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19 posts found
Poetry Mary Wildfire November 1, 2018
Aurora’s Call
This is another set poetry form, called a villanelle. Unlike the pantoum, it has a set number of stanzas, and two repeating lines in specified positions.
Aurora’s Call
This is another set poetry form, called a villanelle. Unlike the pantoum, it has a set number of stanzas, and two repeating lines in specified positions.
Poetry Mary Wildfire November 1, 2018
April Obsession
So much I ought to be doing but All I want to do is play with flowers Plan elaborate gardens for rich people With perennial beds spiraling around fountains and lotus pools set with reeds and frogs And dogwoods wearing birdhouses like earrings.
April Obsession
So much I ought to be doing but All I want to do is play with flowers Plan elaborate gardens for rich people With perennial beds spiraling around fountains and lotus pools set with reeds and frogs And dogwoods wearing birdhouses like earrings.
Poetry Mary Wildfire November 1, 2018
Cassandra’s Quandary
The parasite class ascends triumphant, unimpeded in the swirling murkiness created by our endless circuses.
Cassandra’s Quandary
The parasite class ascends triumphant, unimpeded in the swirling murkiness created by our endless circuses.
Poetry Mary Wildfire November 1, 2018
Convocation
I was just having fun with word-sounds here, but decided I liked it.
Convocation
I was just having fun with word-sounds here, but decided I liked it.
Poetry Mary Wildfire November 1, 2018
January Silence
Yesterday I saw dead grasses draping into the creek forming ice-disks, crystalline lilypads in rows, like some ethereal high-pitched musical instrument.
January Silence
Yesterday I saw dead grasses draping into the creek forming ice-disks, crystalline lilypads in rows, like some ethereal high-pitched musical instrument.
Poetry Mary Wildfire November 1, 2018
Sun Set Storm Rise
Pink clouds rolling and tumbling Among grey and white ones, two sea-blue holes passing even as the first drops land and thunder rolls over the houses on the ridge.
Sun Set Storm Rise
Pink clouds rolling and tumbling Among grey and white ones, two sea-blue holes passing even as the first drops land and thunder rolls over the houses on the ridge.
Poetry Mary Wildfire November 1, 2018
Resignation
And so they marched, those armies of God, so long ago onto the plain of Armageddon they marched commanded by generals but led, the men knew, by God.
Resignation
And so they marched, those armies of God, so long ago onto the plain of Armageddon they marched commanded by generals but led, the men knew, by God.
Poetry Mary Wildfire November 1, 2018
Red State Blues
I wrote this angry song in a state of disgust in 2005…
Red State Blues
I wrote this angry song in a state of disgust in 2005…
Poetry Mary Wildfire November 1, 2018
Mid-Life Crisis
I’ll be forty soon…I believe it’s time for a mid-life crisis. It needn’t coincide with menopause—men have them at forty, I demand equal rights.
Mid-Life Crisis
I’ll be forty soon…I believe it’s time for a mid-life crisis. It needn’t coincide with menopause—men have them at forty, I demand equal rights.
Poetry Mary Wildfire November 1, 2018
A Crime Against Nature
I was just having fun with this…written when I had wild Canada lilies in my orchard, and later, Duchess of Albany clematis in my garden
A Crime Against Nature
I was just having fun with this…written when I had wild Canada lilies in my orchard, and later, Duchess of Albany clematis in my garden
Poetry Mary Wildfire November 1, 2018
The Bitter Dividend
This is an odd one. It resulted from one of those exercises where you have to use certain words. It has a ring of truth about it, but I don’t know where it comes from, whose truth it is…
The Bitter Dividend
This is an odd one. It resulted from one of those exercises where you have to use certain words. It has a ring of truth about it, but I don’t know where it comes from, whose truth it is…
Poetry Mary Wildfire November 1, 2018
Adoptive Daughter
Blowing through these hills in ’76, I snagged on the branches of convenience. Hanging for the winter, I heard my note strike harmony.
Adoptive Daughter
Blowing through these hills in ’76, I snagged on the branches of convenience. Hanging for the winter, I heard my note strike harmony.
Poetry Mary Wildfire November 1, 2018
April Obsession
So much I ought to be doing but All I want to do is play with flowers Plan elaborate gardens for rich people With perennial beds spiraling around fountains and lotus pools set with reeds and frogs And dogwoods wearing birdhouses like earrings
April Obsession
So much I ought to be doing but All I want to do is play with flowers Plan elaborate gardens for rich people With perennial beds spiraling around fountains and lotus pools set with reeds and frogs And dogwoods wearing birdhouses like earrings
Poetry Mary Wildfire November 1, 2018
You Will Rise
In Tunisia a man burns and a people quicken the flame spreads to Egypt, Wisconsin Wall Street, Santiago.
You Will Rise
In Tunisia a man burns and a people quicken the flame spreads to Egypt, Wisconsin Wall Street, Santiago.
Poetry Mary Wildfire November 1, 2018
Germination
Dark earth, softened by recent rain, hides a burrowing root-tip and a tiny pair of leaves unfolding within a bursting hull. Seeds, growing underground.
Germination
Dark earth, softened by recent rain, hides a burrowing root-tip and a tiny pair of leaves unfolding within a bursting hull. Seeds, growing underground.
Poetry Mary Wildfire November 1, 2018
Man is the Angel with the Flaming Sword
This is a pantoum. a special form involving weaving repeated lines…note that the last stanza interweaves with the first.
Man is the Angel with the Flaming Sword
This is a pantoum. a special form involving weaving repeated lines…note that the last stanza interweaves with the first.
Poetry Mary Wildfire November 1, 2018
January Silence
Yesterday I saw dead grasses draping into the creek forming ice-disks, crystalline lilypads in rows, like some ethereal high-pitched musical instrument.
January Silence
Yesterday I saw dead grasses draping into the creek forming ice-disks, crystalline lilypads in rows, like some ethereal high-pitched musical instrument.