You are the surf that rises
to the bright crest of the day,
the shell road at low tide
and the moon above the bay. Continue reading
What about the bees
That hover in the trees
And scout amongst the clover
Though spring is already over?
And what about the crow
Whose call is such a scold
To sparrows and the deer
And any passing near? Continue reading
“The time is out of joint, O cursed spite
That ever I was born to set it right!”
Hamlet’s couplet is a famous one. Who can resist the pithiness, the efficiency, the rhythm and reason of two short rhyming lines?
Cora the Couplet Crocodile can’t. Continue reading
Yes, I know it is not summer yet, but it might as well be. I have finished with the Autograph Book Poetry Exhibit, and I took the time to take a bunch of photos. If you haven’t been out in a while, much has changed in the little red shed. Come out and see.
In the meantime, peruse the slide show of photos taken today. And let them inspire a little poetry in ya.
ROMP SlideShow: June 4, 2014
The Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry is ALWAYS OPEN. Anytime you want to come out, do. Give an hour-notice by phone or a day’s notice by email, and you are good to go . . . come.
From personal experience, I know that the museum is a great place to be in the middle of the night for you night owls. Continue reading
My mom used to tell us how she yearned
to go to Mockingbird Hill. It was somewhere
in the countryside near Snake Creek,
so enticing-sounding, so Eden-like:
One could glimpse paradise
in a place called Mockingbird Hill.