For Art or Money

Here’s my Day 9 poem for the Poem a Day Challenge. Tonight, I went to a seminar and heard a wonderful artist speak. He has been enlarging works for famous sculptors for the last 7 years, but now is moving on to do works of his own. It is hard, but exciting, to take that direction. It is hard to work on this book of mine.

The upper slopes of Mount Everest. The Southea...

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For Art or Money

Words for the service
of another’s need
line up challenges
like passages on
a high country trail,
a slippery creek bed
here, a narrow track
across scree where
every step sends
gravel skittering
down half a thousand
feet, and at the end,
a still green
meadow with triumph
exhaustion, and
and long view of
new territory conquered,
and yet, on the far horizon,
a snowy peak stands,
stubborn, that work
like merciless Everest,
pointedly perhaps pointless
but irresistible, nonetheless.

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The Waiting Time

in answer to Jane

the orchards and vineyards
are still bare;
late winter winds
rattle branches
below the snowy
bluffs of Horse Mountain
and farmers pace
like anxious fathers
in hospital corridors,
checking the heaters
and plucking buds
to see which still
contain the sweet
promise of fruit.
The pruning has been
done. The ditches
are burned. All
is clear, except
what lies ahead
and, on this hazy
Saturday, there’s nothing
to do but take out
new clothes, hide eggs
for the children,
and wait.

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Inspiration!

Poet's Calendar 2010 by bluerabbit
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Here is a calendar I put together a couple of years ago. Each month has a simple poetry challenge. Flip through the virtual pages to find something you like. Think of this as a call from your muse.

February Fog

Cold robin in a barren reww

Fog

Soft branches
Soft cliffs
Filtered wings
carry softened geese
urged by nesting
northward over the pale
river; a betrayed
robin protests
this icy setback
with sad chirps
and fluffed feathers.
Miracles sometimes
creep in under
cover even denser
than freezing fog
after a January thaw.

copyright, Linda Armstrong 2/4/10