Featured Poem for October at Better Than Starbucks

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Salzburg, Hohensalzburg, Wikipedia

Pleased to share my poem Thirty Januaries Past a Half-Memory as Featured poem for October, at Better Than Starbucks, and much thanks to “Anthony Uplandpoet” Watkins, publisher for the opportunity!

 

 

 

 

You can read my poem here: http://anthonywatkins.wixsite.com/btsoct2016

And below is a picture of the courtyard in the poem, although in sunlight, not under those grey skies I saw the day I was there so many Januaries ago.


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Hoher Stock and St. George’s Chapel in Hohensalzburg Castle. ( Wikipedia)

Domestic Migrations, poem by Carol A. Stephen (WHEN I MOVED Poetry and Prose Series)

Silver Birch offers a great opportunity to share work on a wide variety of themes. I’ve moved, a lot of times, so this submission call was something I knew something about!

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bookboxDomestic Migrations
by Carol A. Stephen

When I moved away from home the first time
I didn’t know much beyond how to cook roast beef,
and badly or how to boil potatoes into mush, but I learned quickly
that a tiny budget can run out before the next pay.

And when I moved again it was to the sky, an 18th floor apartment,
far above the hum of traffic and mosquitoes. We could see
for miles and miles, the eastern sky and sunrise. Inside,
our first real furniture, all teak and glass and fabric for cat claws…

Each time we moved, we accumulated. More things, more books,
more clutter. Each move we needed more space to store the things
that made our lives real. A bigger television, electronics, and pictures
hubby painted for the walls, no matter that he wasn’t very skilled.

He moved on, back to Mommy’s house and…

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Ten or Fourteen Things Saying Summer

In response to a Discover prompt seen on The Daily Post, The Poetry of List-Making, I offer my list, although not quite ten things…  Go here to view the challenge and participate. https://dailypost.wordpress.com/discover-challenges/the-poetry-of-list-making/

This is my list poem:

Ten or Fourteen Things Saying Summer

 

Perfectly ripe berries

The sweet flesh of a white peach

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White peach and its cross section (Wikipedia)

Garden centres at the supermarket

Dandelions carpeting the lawn

Shouts from my neighbour’s pool

Yellow ears of crisp corn

Deep red field tomatoes bigger than baseballs

Shorts, sandals, ceiling fans

The town street bazaar

Black-eyed Susans, Petunias, the scent of roses

English: Overflowing petunias.

Overflowing petunias. (Wikipedia)

 

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Carol A. Stephen
August 17, 2016

 

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NaPoWriMo 2016 FPR Impromptu 30

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For the final day of NaPoWriMo, the prompt is a relatively simple one, and there is a tool to help with the task of assembling the word bank. This one comes from Douglas Luman, who is a wizard with tools to help with quite a few of these Oulipian style constraints. Today’s tool is phonewords, and it is a neat one. You select a phone number (7 last digits)  and a source text for the tool to perform its magic upon.  The tool generates a bank of words, every one made from the first letters that appear only for those 7 numbers from the telephone dial.

Head on view of a Rotary Phone

Head on view of a Rotary Phone (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I used a second tool after that, the tautogram tool, because the word list comes as is, and I find it easier to stick with the list if I can check off the words as I use them. It also makes it easier if they’re in alphabetical order. The tautogram helps with that. There is also the sort tool. Depends whether you want strict alpha order or not.  Maybe overworking myself to do that, because writing the poem itself seemed to go much faster.  Here’s a link to the full description from Douglas over at Found Poetry Review.

http://www.foundpoetryreview.com/blog/impromptu-30-douglas-luman/

Out of Time

 

Calm among the dead he fell,
head high, a man made mad,
one blackened hand coming back
out of the night, the final knock
to beat a man to nothing.

 

In the half light of a violet moon,
half human men tumbled dead,
nothing left of them but blind face,
bad back, black teeth and blood.
Each naked in a hole five feet behind
the lamentation of the living
and the tolling of teatime

 


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Carol A. Stephen
April 30, 2016

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  1. S. Eliot, The Waste Land