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Kristin Alford
Writing a poem a day to kickstart creativity
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Kristin Alford
Writing a poem a day to kickstart creativity
Writing a poem a day to kickstart creativity
Writing a poem a day to kickstart creativity
The morning commute
Amidst an army of charcoal suits
Stepping through rain-washed streets
Droplets pausing on eaves
The rattle of a keychain
in the paint-peeled entryway
opening to an empty place
and single light source
Outside the low grey sky
Clouds silently sinking
On the steel horizon
The cool winter’s air lacking fire...
In art, the word liminal
appears so often it fades
into white walls
failing to exist
beyond the tight black text
embedded as bold statement
declaring implicitly
that the artist is undecided,
unpersuaded by a notion
of reality -
debating with demons
unseen spectres
threatening indecision
of either youthful opinions
or the experience of
forgiveness....
I dreamt last night
I saw you on the streets
Of the city
In which once we lived
And maybe loved
Though it’s hard to know
From this distance
I heard last night
As if from behind my shoulder
A whisper
And I knew at once
This echo of you
Though it’s hard to know
In this instance
I tilt my head
Tell myself I feel your breath caress
My neck
In that sweet spot
Where you favoured flirting
But it’s h...
I have never been more excited
To see the sunrise
reflected in your eyes
To hear the notes
Of songwriters and poets
Declaring their love
In a letter
To feel the warm embrace
And the sweet taste
Of your lips
Glancing as if an eclipse
May soon reveal what is hidden
A message sent
In weather crisp and
in time for me to have forever
To be more excited
More elated
To visit the postmaster
In the pos...
The narrow boat
Afloat
Amidst a flotilla
Not a scintilla
Of hesitation
Amongst bows and oars
And awesome
Bodies bronzed
With sock tans
Worn by zootie fans
In caps and attitude
To settle old feuds
About which first eight
Would win this race
And claim their place
In history
While the novice
Nobbled by nerves
Trembles
Wistfully...