lost in the corn maze
for hours, always knowing
exactly where I am not
*
acutely aware
of a much larger dance—
blood moon
*
the young magician
made the coins disappear—
longing to hand him my guilt
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged corn maze, eclipse, guilt, humbling, poem, poetry on October 4, 2015| 1 Comment »
lost in the corn maze
for hours, always knowing
exactly where I am not
*
acutely aware
of a much larger dance—
blood moon
*
the young magician
made the coins disappear—
longing to hand him my guilt
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged auction, death, poem, poetry, titanic on October 4, 2015| 4 Comments »
For the last lunch on the Titanic,
the kitchen served corned beef and dumplings.
We know because one of the men
who was saved in a lifeboat
kept his menu with him,
and over a hundred years later
someone bought the old scrap of paper
for eighty-eight thousand bucks.
My friends, just in case I die tonight,
and just in case it’s a dramatic,
exciting death, I want you to know
that for lunch I had Lay’s potato chips
and a Caribbean Spice smoothie
with protein powder. I didn’t
save the menu, I know, what a bummer.
But it’s written in chalk on the wall
at Heidi’s Brooklyn Deli, and if you take
a picture, well, somewhere down the centuries
it might just make a fortune for your kids.
Unlike that lucky survivor, I don’t happen to have
a Turkish bath ticket I can send you.
Too bad. I would have loved one today.
But perhaps at auction
you can make a few extra bucks
if you throw in the knowledge
that the sunflowers were in full bloom,
and the cottonwood trees were golden,
though it was already October 3.
The whole sale would be more profitable
if only I were more famous. Sorry.
Oh yes. Two pickles. I nearly forgot to mention.
They throw them in free with the kids’ sandwiches,
but those pickles might be worth a lot to you.
I hope not many others will die in this disaster,
but know that I am aware as I write this
that there is a sweet danger brewing,
and there are no life boats.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged poem, poetry, thirst on October 2, 2015| 1 Comment »
so parched she walks miles
for a drink not noticing
the well in her own back yard
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged find the poetry in your life, inspiration, Mesa County Public Library, poetry, Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer on October 2, 2015| Leave a Comment »
Join me in Grand Junction at the library this coming Monday, at 6 p.m. for a conversation/reading/presentation as part of their ongoing “Inspiring Presentations” series. Free!
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Hey poetry friends, I want to share a new site with you … Heard of Poets: Poems from Colorado’s Western Slope is an interactive poetry map that I’ve created with San Juan Independent. There are eleven poets on it to start, and every Wednesday, I will add another, so keep checking back. Wallace Stegnar said “A place is not a place until it has a poet.” Well, as everyone knows, the Western Slope is a very special place, and it sure does have a proliferation of incredible poets. What a great way to re-learn your geography–with a poem written in this big backyard …
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Art, darkness, light, poem, poetry, shadow on October 1, 2015| 1 Comment »
So first, you imagine the light bulb,
he says, then he draws one on the page
so I won’t have to imagine too hard.
And then, he says, you draw a dark line
under the object, assuming that there
will not be much light underneath it.
He moves his pencil forcefully
to darken the bottom of the square.
Next, he says, you move your hand
as far from the light as possible
and make it darker there.
I watch as he fills in the spaces
where white has been.
There is something vital
in all of us that leans toward the dark.
I notice the depth that the shadows
have brought to the page, so like the shadow
into which we are pulled and pulled.
Even now, the darkest parts of us
are kindling our greatest light.
