Yesterday I nearly had my own Isadora Duncan moment while riding over the Hoan Bridge in Milwaukee. Two wheels not four. My immediate thoughts following became this brief poem. If it makes you curious, I’ll leave you to do your own research about Isadora Duncan.
There’s an old adage about never trusting a skinny chef. I guess that same train of thought led me to this little poem fragment. Now if I could only find those glasses I never wear…
I was at work the other day, asking about planting strategies with a very experienced land management specialist. He mentioned something, almost as an afterthought, about how forbs need root competition to flourish long-term. Otherwise they grow too large and collapse on themselves. I found this interesting and ended up writing a poem about it. We published it on our Blog at Schlitz Audubon Nature Center. It’s pretty fantastic that I’ve got a job where I’m invited to write poetry about nature.
Go here to read Community Gardens, a poem about how plants depend on one another.
I typed this little poem quick on my phone while working. I kept overhearing these guys and it struck me, these men talking to one another candidly and without any sort of concern. How they felt their families, their jobs, their futures. Admirable.
I’ve always been fascinated by how we’re generally so bad at dealing with something we all do. I was in a contemporary literature class and some facet of death came up during the lecture, I don’t recall what exactly. I thought of this poem and started typing it during a break in the lecture action. So if someday somebody wants to put me in a cement-lined designer velvet casket – you know what to do.
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Was in class and something reminded me of the preposterous way we carry ourselves out. So I typed it. . . . . . #poem #poetry #death #deathcanoe #endoflife #planning #agooddeath #myway #nationalpoetrymonth #philosophy #nature #naturaldeath #burial #future #naturepoetry #woods #prairie
Here we are living in National Poetry month, so here is a quick little poem about humor that fits into a screenshot.