More birds. Another from, Bright Wings, ed. by Billy Collins. More here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/juliana-gray
from Rose-Breasted Grosbeak / by Juliana Gray
heart’s blood, blush or flush or crush of wine-
dark berries over snow.
21st-Century Poetry
DPF / Kingsley
An oceany-y one, from the ABZ First Book Poetry Prize 2013, winner: Traceries. More here and here:
http://www.amethystarsenic.com/issues/4-1/jean-a-kingsley.php
http://abzpress.sharepoint.com/Pages/2013PoetryPrizeWinner.aspx
from Private Chambers / by Jean A. Kingsley
like the grand armada of gallied whales
who spiral in toward the middle
creating a sleek on the ocean’s surface
DPF / Peacock
For miracles. This one’s from the book, Villanelles, ed. by Annie Finch and Marie-Elizabeth Mali. More here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/molly-peacock
from Little Miracle / by Molly Peacock b. 1949
No use getting hysterical.
The important part is: we’re here.
Our lives are a little miracle.
DPF / Lawless
This one’s for hope. I have done this before, too. More here & here:
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/inspire-hope
http://amylawless.blogspot.com/
from Inspire Hope / by Amy Lawless
it is crucial to stack fifty pounds of books on the left-hand side of my bed
DPF / Squillante
A bird day. This one is lovely Thrush Press Broadside 17, a broadside I recently received in the mail.
http://www.thrushpress.com/our-broadsides.html
http://allthingsedible.wordpress.com/
from Flight / by Sheila Squillante
bright feathers shoulder past the window
you watch them
fluster
DPF / Wier
Another funeral day. Today, a best friend long disconnected and the 10-year-old-part-sheepdog dog he left behind. And so, we welcome Daisy into our home and hope she finds some peace and comfort here among old friends, new children, all new to her.
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/who-god-so-asked-our-dog
from “Who is God? So Asked Our Dog” / by Dara Wier b. 1949
How many seasons are there?
Where was God born?
How many stars?
DPF / Musgrave
Daily themes this week. Today is a funeral day. Just attended my husband’s 7th and 8th grade football coach’s funeral. Also a Korean War vet with a flag folding and 21-gun salute, he was the kind of coach who got to know his players’ families and who motivated young boys to work harder than they ever thought possible. Complete poem here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/243008
from Dew / by David Musgrave b.1965
Half their lives are spent in clouds
of condensation or the cold heat
of a winter sun where even the crowds
seem like droplets on the concrete
rose of the stadium.
DPF / Hicok
From Poetry 180, ed. by Billy Collins.
from Alzheimer’s / by Bob Hicok
Chairs move by themselves, and books.
DPF / Kelly
Another for Themeless Week, this summer’s eve. From poets.org. More here:
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/visitation
from The Visitation / by Brigit Pegeen Kelly b. 1951
God sends his tasks
and one does
them or not
DPF / Flynn
More themeless. This one’s from APR, May/June 2014.
from Father, Insect / by Nick Flynn b. 1960
I remind my
daughter, You know, before you were
born, I was not
a father.
Daily Poetry Fragments {Semi-Daily} 