Poem A Day – Dec. 31, 2015
Work
Sally Bliumis-Dunn
I could tell they were father and son,
the air between them, slack as though
they hardly noticed one another.
The father sanded the gunwales,
the boy coiled ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Dec. 30, 2015
Alternate Self-Portrait
Dean Rader
One day
I will drift
into darkness
and know it
perhaps
the way a son
recognizes a mother
after he has returned
from many years
of travel
understanding
the ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Dec. 29, 2015
Gentle Collisions
Tara Betts
extract longing.
fold its edges
in gold paper
to rest on a scale.
the catapult of one
plate plummets
the other swings
bobs and waits
for a leaf of one’s
want ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Dec. 28, 2015
Like a Curtain
Jan Freeman
When she stretched her arms
the mist lifted and the red buds opened on the maple trees.
She, in the garden in pajamas,
danced with her friend Isabel,
as the ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Dec. 27, 2015
Winter Leafage
Edith Matilda Thomas
Each year I mark one lone outstanding tree,
Clad in its robings of the summer past,
Dry, wan, and shivering in the wintry blast.
It will not pay ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Dec. 26, 2015
The Desplaines Forest
Edgar Lee Masters
The sun has sunk below the level plain,
And yet above the forest’s leafy gloom
The glory of the evening lightens still.
Smooth as a mirror ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Dec. 25, 2015
Holidays
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries of the heart,
When the full river of feeling ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Dec. 24, 2015
Sounds of the Winter
Walt Whitman
Sounds of the winter too,
Sunshine upon the mountains – many a distant strain
From cheery railroad train – from nearer field, barn, house
The ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Dec. 23, 2015
Taking My Father and Brother to The Frick
Derrick Austin
Disembark the Turners seem to say,
those starburst barges glowing in the dusk,
but I can’t read old Rembrandt,
his guarded ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Dec. 21, 2015
Ode of Girls’ Things
Sharon Olds
I loved the things that were ours – pink gloves,
hankies with a pastoral scene in one corner.
There was a lot we were not allowed to do,
but ... Continue Reading →
