This blog is devoted to a select group of poets. We're starting with poets from the Ann Arbor area, but, hey, if you're from Detroit, Grand Rapids, Saginaw or the Upper Peninsula, then that is okay, too.
Our goal is to provide you with a prompt every day from which you are to garner inspiration and submit a poem. How to submit will be very easy. Just put your poem or short story in the comments section and hit post. You may not immediately see your post, but it is there under the "Comments" section. You may need to click on "Comments" to see your poem. It is there on another page.
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Today's poem or short story prompt is the word "recipe"
Recipe
ReplyDeleteI must have followed the recipe for disaster
Instead of the recipe for ease joy & fun
In this light it's easy to make mistakes
Organization is not my strong suit
Look how my prescription glasses
Lay tucked behind the sofa cushion
Look how the dog's water bowl
Rests tentatively next to the
Multiple electric socket
These are just the obvious examples
If I let you in my home
You'd no doubt find more
Instead I wait for a holiday
Or a birthday
For an invitation to your well-ordered life
Hoping someday you will give me your recipe and
I will be smart enough to not lose it
Catherine Powers
May 24, 2013
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ReplyDeleteWatching
ReplyDeleteStanding beside three Theravadan monks
watching them taking pictures of each other,
smoking cigarettes and laughing,
arms bared and tattooed, looking out
at the Andaman Sea and the Chalong Bay
standing on the platform in Frankfurt
watching a group of three students and
four or five people on their way to work,
peaceful and calm, looking occasionally
at their watches and reading folded newspapers,
standing at the stop light in Chicago
watching a procession crossing diagonally
across Michigan Avenue, carrying signs
and chanting, faces awash with
excitement and dedication,
I look at the book in my hand
and see the recipes fade one by one.
- Mike Fedel
May, 2013