Poems

The Beacon of May

Garden5-31-10 004In May, the leaves of the redbud beckon
me from the window where I look
Out
Instead of being
Out
“Beckon” comes from an Old English word
Meaning “beacon.”

May is a beacon with its multiple layers
Of green and delicate white,
Its insistence on the words
Coax, tempt, tantalize, allure, beguile,
Its need to be better than
Every other month,
To shine brighter,
To achieve the pinnacle
In the calendar that Pope Gregory
Arranged for us when Caesar’s failed
To keep track with the actual days.

May: Your first level of meaning is to
Motion, wave, gesture, bid, nod,
Yet I know you are more than that,
Thus the second row of verbs
That more accurately describe
The marker you have placed
In the book of days of my life.

–Shaun Perkins

 

 

 

Musings

Poem Town

national-poetry-month-520x271I just submitted a grant application for a project I’ve been thinking about . . . maybe all my life. Poem Town. There’s some inspiration there from Edgar Lee Masters who created Spoon River Anthology, a collection of poems from former residents of Spoon River talking from the grave. When I taught high school, we always created a town and emulated Spoon River by collaborating on a cast of characters and then writing poems to go with each one. Imagining a town and its inhabitants and the stories that intertwine and create the community is an exciting, inspiring act. Continue reading “Poem Town”

Events, Musings, Poems

Fair warning: Get your scary poem on!

scary-poemsGot a scary poem in you? Let it come out. The Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry is hosting a Scary Poem Contest that includes a reading of your poem at the Oct. 25 Dark & Scary event at the museum. Cash prizes for the top 3 winners!

Anyone can send in a poem, but winners must be present: We need to hear you tell us your poem around the campfire in the dark . . . where the sasquatch and coyote might be lurking. Continue reading “Fair warning: Get your scary poem on!”

Musings, Poems

18 Altered Thoughts on the 18th

poetsWith 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”

Musings, Poems

Cora the Couplet Crocodile

croc3“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”

Musings, Poems

I Went Out to Play

mason-rompshop“The creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect but by the play instinct acting from inner necessity. The creative mind plays with objects it loves.”

Carl Jung’s words illustrate the importance of play in our lives. From it come the things that make our lives worth living: the art, the dreams, the visions, the connections, the experiences that bring us joy and heartache and shape the people we become.

I have fond memories of the play that took up so much of my childhood. We did not have structured play time, rarely went to camp or to parks or recreational areas, yet I never felt as if I were missing anything. We had the whole world to explore—through riding bikes to the creek or just around the neighborhood, listening to records, exploring the woods behind the house, making tents out of blankets thrown over the clothesline, reading books on the cool concrete of the hillside cellar roof. Continue reading “I Went Out to Play”