Birds, girl, charcoal on paper, all rights reserved.
Another Drawing, March 2017
Posted March 20, 2017 by ManicDdailyCategories: drawings, Uncategorized
Tags: charcoal drawing, manicddaily, something new
Drawing on home in time of refugees
Posted March 19, 2017 by ManicDdailyCategories: drawing, Uncategorized
Tags: bird person, home in a time of refugees, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com, manicddaily, ManicDdaily drawing
Hey All!
I have not felt much like writing poetry in the last few months, but here is a drawing in pencil that I post in response to Brendan’s challenge on Real Toads to write, among other things, of home in a time of refugees.
Thanks. k.
ps –all rights (such as they are) reserved.
To the Moon, 4 a.m.
Posted February 19, 2017 by ManicDdailyCategories: poetry, Uncategorized
Tags: for the moon poem, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com, manicddaily, micro poetry of a sort, what are you doing up poem
To the Moon, 4 a.m.
I thought I was the only one up,
but there you were, turning the kitchen windows
into blue stairwells.
My eyes climbed to the surprise
of your brightness, a not-quite-sphere of light that redeemed
this whole muddled night,
the unexpected that was exactly
as it should be,
for which I thank you,
(for which I thank you.)
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A poem for Kerry O’Connor’s moon micro poetry challenge on real toads.
Another version for those interested.
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To the Moon, 4 a.m.
I thought I was the only one up,
but there you were, turning the kitchen windows
into blue stairwells.
My eyes climbed to the surprise
of your brightness–a not-near-sphere of light that redeemed
this muddled night, its inconstancy
as reliable as the breath, or death, a circle not
wholly seen.
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Pic is mine; all rights reserved. Thanks so much for stopping by.
No Wall – Tourists in Berlin, ’65
Posted February 12, 2017 by ManicDdailyCategories: 55, news, poetry, Uncategorized
Tags: Berlin Wall poem, flash 55, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com, manicddaily, no Wall poem, resist
No Wall – Tourists in Berlin, ’65
The wall was made of riddled cinder block with barbed wire atop;
my parents bought me
a pipecleaner-bodied doll in a dark felt
uniform, supposed to be
a border guard, his nose incongruously
round, his eyes incongruously
googly, the ones we saw shadowed
about the eyes, at least so they seemed
at the checkpoints.
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Draft 55-word poem for Marian’s prompt about a wall, posted belatedly to Real Toads. Pic (such as it is) is mine.
1984/2017 Poem
Posted February 5, 2017 by ManicDdailyCategories: poetry, Uncategorized
Tags: 1984/2017 poem, flash 55, hate rats almost as much as Winston, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com, manicddaily, sad for my country
1984/2017 Poem
My fear too
would be rats.
I can’t even write
of the pinkish paws, bucked gnaws–
Oh, Christ, what is happening
to my country?
What cage are we locking
ourselves into, what mask is strapped about
our temples
so that even as we cannot
look away
we cannot save
ourselves.
That type
of mask.
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55 word poem (minus the numbers) for Kerry’s prompt on Real Toads; prompt based (if desired) on George Orwell’s 1984, specifically Winston’s greatest fear. Graphic is mine; all rights reserved for it and poem.
From DC (oh country mine)
Posted February 4, 2017 by ManicDdailyCategories: poetry, Uncategorized
Tags: Growing up in DC in 60s poem, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com, manicddaily, Oh Country Mine, what have we come to poem
From DC
Oh country of the frozen chair,
so blue in 1960 air
that January asking not DC–
oh country I was barely three–
oh country of the stallion bearing
the backward boots
but three years
later–
country of resurrection city
that muddy sea, that peaceful sea,
my childhood Washington, DC,
oh dream that clamored its own name
oh country of the flames
later–
oh country mine that I have loved
that we’ve so wanted to be good
oh country we believed
so good
oh country of my green
childhood
oh country mine
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Draftish sort of poem for Shay Simmon’s (Fireblossom’s) prompt on Real Toads to write something of indirect focus. (I’m not phrasing that correctly.) I did grow up in Washington, D.C., and attended both JFK’s inauguration and funeral. Resurrection City was a large civil rights protest in DC in the spring of 1968; also called the Poor People’s March on Washington–
Gag Order
Posted January 29, 2017 by ManicDdailyCategories: news, poetry, Uncategorized
Tags: GOP gag order, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com, manicddaily, Suffering caused all over the world, Trump's gag order
Gag Order
After the tide
took care, there were left
coathangers.
Their metal jetter
than jackdaw–how sharply
they gyred.
The men urging the tide,
the men who’d made
pity less, used only
wooden hangers, fit for an artifice
of shoulder, patting down empty suits
in ceremonies
of shiny serge
while the women’s insides tattered,
poor women.
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Draft poem for Kerry O’ Connor’s Get Listed prompt on With Real Toads to use certain words from Yeats.
Voice Calling For Personal Change
Posted January 24, 2017 by ManicDdailyCategories: poetry, Uncategorized
Tags: http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com, manicddaily, personal change poem, voice in my head maybe not crying wolf
Voice Calling for Personal Change
The voice in my head does not
cry wolf,
still it despairs
of being listened to,
though its timbre’s sharp
as glisten on fresh snow–
but oh how it carps,
and always on a per diem–
so, I pay it
no mind,
until its call fades to shadow
in a cave,
if shadows were furred, fanged, clawed,
if caves flattened
into fields,
and as if fresh snow
still glistened somewhere
which it surely does
at least for a little longer,
as if, too, my personal change
could actually affect all that–things
like snow
and glisten
and wolves.
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drafty sort of poem for Brendan’s prompt on Real Toads about voices in our heads, and also for open link night. Drawing is mine but based on diorama at the American Museum of Natural History in New York.
Night Voice
Posted January 22, 2017 by ManicDdailyCategories: poetry, Uncategorized
Tags: http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com, Made of clay and it waddles (but isn't a duck), manicddaily, Yeats on my mind
Night Voice
It recites repeatedly The Lord’s Prayer,
sometimes The Lake Isle of Innisfree,
but mostly a simple Dear God,
pleas to carry this clay,
and all its wattles,
through the purple glow
to the next eye opening.
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Short poem for Brendan’s prompt on Real Toads to write about voices one hears. The Lake Isle of Innisfree is one of my favorite poems in the world, by W.B. Yeats; it begins, “I will arise and go now.” Pic is mine; all rights reserved.
What to do?
Posted January 21, 2017 by ManicDdailyCategories: elephants, news, Uncategorized
Tags: elephant drawer, manicddaily, new iPad - not very good at it--drawings, Trump, woman hurting
Keep faith.
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