Monday, December 28, 2009

Custom-Made Poems for Sale-Cheap (FREE)

In the picture, I am at a storytelling conference writing custom-made poems in a minute. The buyer gives me three words or ideas and I go with it--quickly! Want a poem? Add three words or ideas you would like to see in it in a Comment below, and your poem will appear here--as soon as I see the Comment (well, at least a minute after).

POEM FOR JESSICA (12-28-09, 8:46 a.m.)

Snowshine floods the living room, sending
Jynx into a frenzy of morning, morning, morning—
More than dawn, more than night when stalking
Dakota underneath the bed, behind the tree
Flickering continuously in the red, green, blue
Of the holiday. A day happens like a letter
From a lover, a light bulb turned on to see
How beautiful the rest of life can be.

POEM FOR LIZZY (12-28-09, 10:06 a.m.)

The book open on the polished table
Covered the round coffee cup stain
She made when she saw the cardinal
Perch on the sill and look in, collapsing
The distance between the world she knew
And the one where hope awaited her.

POEM FOR TERI (12-28-09, 5:25 p.m.)

Appearing from the unfolded eye of sleep,
The wry fancy took upon itself to stroke
The sense from the day, turning fate
Into a lucky footstep, churning each moment
Into a power that gobsmacked her with its coming.

POEM FOR XAPAMASA (12-28-09, 7:31 p.m.)

I have seen her move one way
Through the darkness and another way
When finding sun, when tapped
On the shoulder by possibility, by
Twinkling water between isles
Of broken twigs and sycamore leaves.
The space for entering is evergreen.

POEM FOR ROXANN (12-29-09, 10:37 a.m.)

Snails the shape of tiny eyes lifted
From the rocks at the bottom of the creek
As she crawled by, some settling
In the warmer greenness of the deep end,
Some underscoring serendipity by
Clinging to her shorts, shaken free
later when she undressed at the back door.

POEM FOR RIVER (12-29-09, 11:15 a.m.)

Bits of earth release themselves from
The half-hidden edge circled by roots
Of the burning bush drying to death,
Pulled from their darkness by her
Strong hands, hands which will cup
The pomegranates in the place of
Her undoing, in the place of her knowing.

POEM FOR KAYLEE (1-23-10, 2:09 p.m.)

This is the way the story starts:
She folds the sheets into the white rectangle
Of an envelope, sun marking the corner
Of the package that sits on the edge
Of her bed. She walks out to where
The sea composes a letter at her feet.
The connection of the waves and the words
Remind her that everything can be known.

POEM FOR JOHNNY 1-27-10, 6:50 a.m.

Here where pelicans are not
Supposed to be, he considers the advice
Of the broken sticks clattering
To concrete beside his car. Water
Will always rise in this dream,
Beaks swallowing ouroboros
Engulfing itself, shedding to life.

POEM FOR RIPLEY 7-8-10, 6:51 p.m.

Turtledoves sing in the branches
Near her bed, and beneath her pillow
Is the wish that will come true,
The wish of a true princess
On her birthday, to be that pretty,
When she is already that pretty,
Already three, already the jewel
Of her family and our world.


  1. Distance, coffee cups, hope

  2. between, evergreen, possibility

  3. "turning fate into a lucky footstep" I need to be willing to take the next lucky step...
    thanks for the lovely poem.

  4. Roxann--serendipity, creeks, greenness

  5. pomegranates, darkness, roots

    (I might have an ulterior motive for this. Just sayin'.)

  6. Sun, sea, connection

  7. Pelicans, ouroboros, dream.

  8. for Ripley (who believes she is Snow White fpr her 3rd Birthday

    Three, princess, pretty

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