For a consideration of lines, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins.
from Lines / by Martha Collins
But a line of thought is rarely
straight, an open line’s no party
line, however fine your point.
21st-Century Poetry
DPF / Cornish
For a brighter view of loss, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins.
from Numbers / by Mary Cornish
Even subtraction is never loss,
just addition somewhere else:
five sparrows take away two,
the two in someone else’s
garden now.
DPF / Dunn
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 / 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 / Conoley
For summer, from The Best American Poetry 1997, guest editor, James Tate, series editor, David Lehman.
from The Sky Drank In / by Gillian Conoley
The sky drank in sparrows making lucid the oaks.
The shadow dropped beneath the stair.
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