Friday Poems

Scroll down for the archive of the weekly, Friday poems.

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What I Heard

October 19

Some years ago, a friend committed suicide. I think of her, and her kind soul, often.

Noh

October 12

Inspired by the Japanese Noh play tradition.

Keys

October 5

I wrote the first draft of this poem about five years ago. I’ve always liked it. Hope you like it, too. And very pleased that the awesome editorial crew of Constance and Kathleen (and now Joshua) at Gyroscope Review published it in 2016. 

Leaving

September 28

There is a heckuvan oak tree beside a local church here in West Plains. Each fall, it becomes this heart-stopping color of orange. 

Bread Pudding

September 21

With autumn here, the songs of the cicadas and katydids are coming to a close. Today’s poem is also inspired by the wonderful retreats I take at a Cistercian abbey in the Ozarks. 

The Nuisance of Nouns

September 14

With autumn here, the songs of the cicadas and katydids are coming to a close. Today’s poem is also inspired by the wonderful retreats I take at a Cistercian abbey in the Ozarks. 

Elegy for an Old Friend

September 7

Feeling nostalgic, as I oft am, I thought back to some halcyon days when I lived in Kansas City. And this one is to a dear, dear friend from KC. 

Rainfall

August 31

A fun  haiku I banged out on the typewriter some time ago. Inspired by watching rain fall on the downtown Square here in West Plains.

a modern-day haiku

August 24

In the Ozarks, one of the first signs of summer’s transition to fall is the turning and falling of walnut leaves.

“Blind Swordsman”

August 17

With school back in session, I thought it appropriate to post a poem about one of my inspirational elementary school teachers. I changed his name and took poetic license, but the sentiment rings true. I hope you can relate.  

“Closing Tomorrow”

August 10

This an ode to Taco Hut of West Plains.
For those of us who remember . . . 

“Flight Attendant”

August 3

“Unsaid”

July 27

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