The first ROMP Poetry Festival is Saturday, April 5, from 2-5 p.m. We will ring in April, National Poetry Month, with a poetry parade from the museum, across the haymeadow, to the ROMP Shop . . . and back. Stops along the way for impromptu poetic words and . . . stuff.
Tag: poem
Entrance
The black cat came in
Through the dryer vent,
Ripping a silver hole
And scrambling up
The back of the machine
And onto a pile of towels.
Okay then. What now?
–Shaun Perkins
Peggy has her own blog!
Peggy the Personification Pig has proven too popular. She must have her own blog. In the future, you can click on the Peggy link above to be directed to her site. She is quite the . . . ham. She wrote a poem to celebrate her day at Chouteau High School.
I am a pig of many roles.
A pig of many rolls.
You helped me see my dream.
You helped me to believe
A pig can be queen for a day.
–Peggy
Beware
One
Don’t go out
Looking
For a specific man.
Two
A leaf will hang
On a tree
All winter.
Three
Or woman.
Intersection
193rd E. Ave. & Admiral
5:45 p.m., Monday, Jan. 20, 2014
Route 66 feeds into Tulsa here, County Line
Road to some, where rural exhausts the city,
A passive crossroad, nodding its head
In the early evening, one block south
Of the radiator rising into the sky, round off/on
Button circled in red next to the yellow M,
American monograms so familiar we have thrown
Them into trunks we no longer open. Continue reading “Intersection”
No Design
I am not of your world.
I am in it.
There is no design
You can make
That will ever
Compete
With this.
I am
Your muse. Continue reading “No Design”
Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry 