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. We've even been so generous to accept poets from other parts of the USA and the entire country of Canada!
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.
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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Peace
ReplyDeleteYou appear out of nowhere
Bend over-find a dime
Open a page of an old book
See your notes in the margin
Walk by geraniums in a home goods store
Eventually scar tissue forms around wounds
If you're lucky they close
Then disappear
Or mostly disappear
Leaving the pale ghost outline
Catherine Powers
Copyright January 2014
"The wolf will live with the lamb,
ReplyDeletethe leopard will lie down with the goat.
The calf and the lion and the yearling together;
And a little child shall lead them." Isaiah 11:6, NIV
Peace
And the lion will lie down with the lamb,
a monster in peace with her prey,
once a meal, strength for a day
and hope for her cubs.
But now a friend beside her.
How long can this magnificent beast live on grass alone?
How thin will her milk be?
How long will her cubs mewl before peace goes away?
Does the big cat purr,
willing the lamb to lean closer?
Do her purrs whisper,
"Drift into slumber, my friend."
Lamb must be trusting to accept this truce.
no claws, no fangs;
no speed, no grip to climb.
Not one defense.
This peace is thin and one-sided.
Does she know, the lamb,
that this peace is a mist, a vapor that could evaporate
in one
bite.
Even God is not a vegetarian.
Abel's sacrifice pleased the Lord,
a lamb who knew only love from the shepherd
until the time was right
Heidi Watkins
Copyright February 2014