Slice of Life/SmallPoems Day 15 (still/woods)

(I am participating in the March Slice of Life challenge via the Two Writing Teachers site.  Slice of Life is the idea of noticing the small moments. I have been a participant for many years and each year, I wonder if I will have the energy to write every day. This year, I am going to try to coincide it with my daily poetry writing, and intend to compose small poems on small moments. We’ll see how it goes …)

Day Fifteen

Walking through
woods to escape
the world

if only for a
moment ..

the river still flows
the birds still sing
the flowers still bloom
the path still wanders
the branches still bend
the wind still rustles

with every step
back into the world
still alive with

hope

Also: This one is also about Hope, written the day after the last presidential election but general enough to resonate with these days of closures and worries about the pandemic.

Peace (and resistance),
Kevin

Slice of Life/SmallPoems Day 14 (all our children)

(I am participating in the March Slice of Life challenge via the Two Writing Teachers site.  Slice of Life is the idea of noticing the small moments. I have been a participant for many years and each year, I wonder if I will have the energy to write every day. This year, I am going to try to coincide it with my daily poetry writing, and intend to compose small poems on small moments. We’ll see how it goes …)

I have mostly been avoiding any context for my Slice of Life poems this month, hoping the words will surface the moments that inspire the verse. But with the temporary closure of our school, and many others around us and in the country and world, I can’t help but think about the divide between the Haves and the Have-Nots, and those kids who need school as a safe place, as a place for regular meals, as a place for connecting with peers. And how summer vacations and other breaks are not seen as something to look forward to but something to dread. I think a lot about those kids. They’re all our children. – Kevin

Day Fourteen

Whose children
will awake in uncertain
days, only to wonder
whether it is better
to save breakfast for lunch,
or lunch for breakfast,
for one is now the other
until otherwise notified?

Our Children

Whose children
will worry about neighbors
on all of our behalf —
the elderly, the sick,
the lost and lonely,
the forgotten cul de sacs
of community —
the not knowing
more unsettling than
the knowing itself?

Our Children

Whose children
will spend their time
in unforced silence –
a collective quiet beyond
the hum of youthful noise
on the tail of social distancing –
neither connected nor rejected
but reflected in reality
that home might be
the loneliest place to be?

All Our Children

Peace (reaching out),
Kevin

Slice of Life/SmallPoems Day 13 (passing tracks)

(I am participating in the March Slice of Life challenge via the Two Writing Teachers site.  Slice of Life is the idea of noticing the small moments. I have been a participant for many years and each year, I wonder if I will have the energy to write every day. This year, I am going to try to coincide it with my daily poetry writing, and intend to compose small poems on small moments. We’ll see how it goes …)

Day Thirteen

I hear it –
your chords
your melody
your beat

I’m in it –
my synth
my voice,
beneath

We’re together –
building on
what you’d
begun

Our song
surfaces:
father and
son

Listen to the track we made

Peace (sounds like love),
Kevin

Slice of Life/SmallPoems Day 12 (close the lid)

(I am participating in the March Slice of Life challenge via the Two Writing Teachers site.  Slice of Life is the idea of noticing the small moments. I have been a participant for many years and each year, I wonder if I will have the energy to write every day. This year, I am going to try to coincide it with my daily poetry writing, and intend to compose small poems on small moments. We’ll see how it goes …)

Day Eleven

Listen, kid,
shut the lid –
the bin
won’t close itself

there’s bears about
and stormy times
and last night’s remains
belong inside

not scattered about
on the morning grass,
like a New Year’s Day
party aftermath

Remember, kid,
to tighten the lid
next time you’re tasked
with closing it

Peace (tighten it up),
Kevin

— PS .. late added word — ‘closing’ – in last stanza … corrects a bit of odd rhythm

Slice of Life/SmallPoems Day 11 (plastic cat)

(I am participating in the March Slice of Life challenge via the Two Writing Teachers site.  Slice of Life is the idea of noticing the small moments. I have been a participant for many years and each year, I wonder if I will have the energy to write every day. This year, I am going to try to coincide it with my daily poetry writing, and intend to compose small poems on small moments. We’ll see how it goes …)

Day Eleven

it’s easy to misread
the street — at least
it happens to me when
the window’s wide open, this
world’s off-kilter rhyme
of visual sneak

what i thought
was a cat on padded
paws was not a cat
at all but a bag, discarded
white, with flapping
plastic feet

i followed this cat
home, picked it up
and became a poem,
another quiet day recycled
into fingered words
i can’t speak

Peace (looking),
Kevin

Slice of Life/SmallPoems Day 10 (river run)

(I am participating in the March Slice of Life challenge via the Two Writing Teachers site.  Slice of Life is the idea of noticing the small moments. I have been a participant for many years and each year, I wonder if I will have the energy to write every day. This year, I am going to try to coincide it with my daily poetry writing, and intend to compose small poems on small moments. We’ll see how it goes …)

Day Ten

I cannot keep up
with this river’s flow,
it surely knows more than
I’ll ever know

my feet in pursuit,
I quicken the pace
even losers are winners
in this race we embrace

Somewhere behind us
on a mountain top drop
the ice is in melt
the water can’t stop

‘til it reaches the ocean,
the sea beyond port
but I stopped long ago
to compose this report

No, I cannot keep up –
I’ve grown too slow —
the river knows more than
I’ll ever know

Peace (following it),
Kevin

Slice of Life/SmallPoems Day 9 (dogs in water)

(I am participating in the March Slice of Life challenge via the Two Writing Teachers site.  Slice of Life is the idea of noticing the small moments. I have been a participant for many years and each year, I wonder if I will have the energy to write every day. This year, I am going to try to coincide it with my daily poetry writing, and intend to compose small poems on small moments. We’ll see how it goes …)

Day Nine

Pause a second
to watch the dogs
in water, the cold
winter currents
not even a bother

only the ball matters

the shake shake shake
of fur in sun, water
droplets dancing, one
by one by one, and then
they’re off into the river

another dog on the run

Peace (spring — release),
Kevin

Slice of Life/SmallPoems Day 8 (lost hours)

(I am participating in the March Slice of Life challenge via the Two Writing Teachers site.  Slice of Life is the idea of noticing the small moments. I have been a participant for many years and each year, I wonder if I will have the energy to write every day. This year, I am going to try to coincide it with my daily poetry writing, and intend to compose small poems on small moments. We’ll see how it goes …)

Day Eight

Plant this lost hour
deep into the ground,
like a flower of hope
and bloom

The clockmaker remembers
only days of dark
and light

The poet forgets
the words discovered,
then writes

The father ponders
the moments, the child
now grown, gone

The teacher reaches
forever forward, faith
beyond

We’re in this yawning room,
pining, in mourning,
for the afternoon

Peace (moving forward),
Kevin

Slice of Life/SmallPoems Day 7 (underground artists)

(I am participating in the March Slice of Life challenge via the Two Writing Teachers site.  Slice of Life is the idea of noticing the small moments. I have been a participant for many years and each year, I wonder if I will have the energy to write every day. This year, I am going to try to coincide it with my daily poetry writing, and intend to compose small poems on small moments. We’ll see how it goes …)

Day Seven

What comes to mind
when I see the mounds:

that scene in the movie
where the madman
dreamer sculpts mashed
potatoes, an unrelenting vision
of an alien visit

but these mounds are dirt,
tunneled debris, piled ankle-high
like volcanoes without the heat

these underground artists live
below in a place we can’t see,
small creatures working furiously
before spring

Peace (digging it),
Kevin

Slice of Life/ SmallPoems Day 6 (human lampposts)

(I am participating in the March Slice of Life challenge via the Two Writing Teachers site.  Slice of Life is the idea of noticing the small moments. I have been a participant for many years and each year, I wonder if I will have the energy to write every day. This year, I am going to try to coincide it with my daily poetry writing, and intend to compose small poems on small moments. We’ll see how it goes …)

Day Six

like driving
through freeze-frame;
I’m the only thing
in motion on this
short city street — I tally
five men, two women
head-bent over phones,
rooted human lampposts
with a dull shine glow

Peace (looking alert),
Kevin