How did Friday become my busiest day of the week? No time for anything substantive or original today, so here's another of the poems my Facebook friends chose when I assigned them a poet.

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Well, that was fast. It's not so much a question of being lazy tonight; I just got caught up doing other things, and all of a sudden it was pretty late and you know how it goes. So here are a couple more poems, as chosen by my Facebook pals after I assigned them a particular poet.

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From time to time last year, when I was posting something every day, I would from time to time feel lazy or tired or rushed, and so would post a poem instead. This year, I don't plan to post every day, but that doesn't prevent me from feeling lazy or tired or rushed on the days I have decided to post something. Today it's the first with a little ( Read more... )

Tomorrow, like last Sunday, is another of those mysterious holidays for which the Madison Public Library will close. December 29 is legitimately part of the holiday season, at least; it's the 5th day of Christmas, and since it falls on a Sunday this year, it's also the Feast of the Holy Family.

Thinking about the twelve days of Christmas reminds ( Read more... )

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I just finished A View from the Interior, an account of the 2011 protests at the Wisconsin State Capitol. Hey, I remember those!


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It's a rainy day in Madison, and I've been thinking about a Day of Service I'm going to try to put together for this coming January, so this poem seems somewhat apropos. Shoulders

A man crosses the street in rain,
stepping gently, looking two times north and south,
because his son is asleep on his shoulder.

No car must splash him.
No car drive ( Read more... )

I don't really feel like writing anything today, and since it's been a while since I posted a poem here and there was a fine one featured in the season premiere of Parks and Recreation last night, here's a poem.
O were my Love yon Lilack fair

O were my Love yon Lilack fair,
Wi' purple blossoms to the Spring;
And I, a bird to shelter there,
When ( Read more... )

Sadly, Nobel Prize-winning poet Seamus Heaney passed away yesterday. I read his translation of Beowulf a few years ago and was really impressed by how readable it was. His original poetry is pretty great too. Case in point...
Blackberry-Picking

Late August, given heavy rain and sun
For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
At first, just one ( Read more... )

I mentioned the other day that I've been playing the Facebook game Words of Wonder a lot recently, and that's still true, so how about a couple of poems about looking for words among other words?
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