How to Poem How does one write a poem without sounding like a poet? I prefer in your face forms and rules; no hiding or trickery; to present itself as it is where liminal space need not puzzle it out. There’s a-muse-ment though in free versing it, like pouring a few drops of honey into…
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POPO 2025 — Day 22 — Finally Noticed
Finally Noticed At the gardens at the koi pond appreciating shade I look up to see a stand of dawn redwood surrounding me. How many times have we walked the curving path to marvel at stacked boulders giving water its falling form, watched calico swirls gather tasty pellets without noticing the trees?
POPO 2025 — Day 21 — drinkable riot
drinkable riot Riotous chamomile with its tall stalks, tiny daisy heads moving to wind’s (uneven) rhythm makes me smile; as it delights me to see my tea free in the wild.
POPO 2025 — Day 20 — POPO Playtime!
POPO Playtime! POPO has returned the artist to her studio, a 4’ x 2’ foldout table with floor space to stack boxes of magazine, coffee table books, and pattern sample cutouts. TV trays hold implements: paper cutter, paint, brushes, glue, acrylic finishers, envelopes, bits & scraps, who’ve been waiting to come out and play!
POPO 2025 — Day 19 — Turning it Up
Turning it Up May was June June was July What will we get this month? For sixty plus years A/C was optional. Now it keeps us alive. With cars going electric, where will energy sprout as we frogs in the pot begin to boil?
POPO 2025 — Day 18 — Extreme Moderation
Extreme Moderation Summer and winter extremes, their domains of life and death; where only hardy dare tread, watched through windows instead. It is in freedom of spring and fall where moderation gives its all that we step out and call Nature our friend.
POPO 2025 — Day 17 — (chlorophyll coloring)
(chlorophyll coloring) Why do blue and green make such a perfect color combination? Chlorophyll and hydrogen each have three syllables. Blue and red from sun set into leaves and green bounces into our eyes through the sky. Blue light scatters because of the way it travels. Sun’s white light wiggles, worm-like, lazy-prismed sky stealers. Clouds…
