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 “The Bright Crest”
Tag: life
18 Altered Thoughts on the 18th
With apologies (somewhat) to the poets:
1. “Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion but an escape from emotion” that helps you become a dried-up, humorless man. (Eliot)
2. “Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words” about rotting corpses. (Poe)
3. Poetry “takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility,” made possible by your sister cooking, cleaning, and editing for you. (Wordsworth) Continue reading “18 Altered Thoughts on the 18th”
In Okemah on Saturday
David Amram on the piano
Behind the Woody poets
As they spoke
Music curling around
Every block as
You walked Okemah
Queen of Okemah
In the BBQ place
Demanding ribs sold out Continue reading “In Okemah on Saturday”
July Morning
What about the b
ees
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 “July Morning”
Cora the Couplet Crocodile
“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 “Cora the Couplet Crocodile”
Summer at the Museum
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.
–Shaun Perkins
Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry 