This poem comes via a one word prompt — Museum — and went longer than my usual morning small poem writing activities.

This museum of you
contains dust and
debris, and artifacts
worth remembering,

like: half-written
poems and unsung
songs and essays
you meant to throw
away, but never did,

scribbled etches
on paper from
an imaginative kid,
and notes you wrote
to someone you lost,

receipts of objects
where you circled
the cost, gewgaws
and baubles
you didn’t want
anyone else to see,

but still – I looked in
and wandered around,
for there, on the inside,
on the scattered grounds
of the museum of you,
I discovered a mirror:
the museum of me

Peace (Wandering Through),
Kevin

I sent my friend, Terry, a book about catching moles, adding elements to it of a sharing activity he and I have been engaged in via the mail, and he responded with a poem in a post. I wrote a poem back.

Peace (and Pieces),
Kevin

This morning’s one-word prompt off Mastodon was “triptych” so I crafted a poem in three parts, and then tried to do a bit of visual maneuvering with the stanzas, creating three panels, and then putting it up on display.

Peace (in three parts),
Kevin