For theater, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins.
from On the Death of a Colleague / by Stephen Dunn
And yet she was a great teacher,
he loved her,
but thought someone should say
what everyone knew
DPF / O’Sullivan
For telephones of the “old-fashioned” kind, the kind with the coiled cord, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins.
from The Cord / by Leanne O’Sullivan
And these were the elements of my Mother,
the earthed wire, the burning cable,
as if she flowed into the room with
me to somehow say, Stay where I can reach you.
DPF / Cleary
For acting classes and their training in retrieving, building, or creating emotional memory, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins.
from Acting / by Suzanne Cleary
this had wrapped one of the babies.
This was found after the water receded.
DPF / Halliday
For color and its collaborative connotations, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins.
from The Pink Car / by Mark Halliday
The pink car is in my head.
It rolls calmly and calmly.
Across the carpet in 1957 and in my head.
DPF / Laux
For singing with wild abandon, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins.
from Singing Back the World / by Dorianne Laux
The car
an immense boat cutting the air
into blue angelic plumes. Singing
Blue Moon and Paper Moon
and Mack the Knife
DPF / Levi
For fathers and daughters, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins.
from Not Bad, Dad, Not Bad / by Jan Heller Levi
I think how different everything might have been
had I judged your loving
like I judge your sidestroke, your butterfly
DPF / Williams
For the ephemeral, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins.
from Listen / by Miller Williams
I threw a snowball across the backyard.
My dog ran after it to bring it back.
It broke as it fell, scattering snow over snow.
DPF / Quintana
For salt and wedding anniversaries, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins.
from Poem for Salt / by Leroy V. Quintana
Only on a day such as this does salt overshadow gold.
DPF / Duffy
For marriage, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins.
from Mrs. Midas / by Carol Ann Duffy
You knew you were getting close. Golden trout
On the grass. One day, a hare hung from a larch
DPF / Phillips
For a moment’s peace, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins.
from The Panic Bird / by Robert Phillips
just flew inside my chest. Some
days it lights inside my brain,
but today it’s in my bonehouse,
rattling ribs like a birdcage.
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