Eagle

Eagle flying

Eagle flying over a lake in western Colorado

Thin winter
air under
my wings,
I adjust my
tail to circle
the frozen
pond, eyeing
the snowy
shore, is
that an unwary
rabbit? The
hunger, ever
the hunger,
Dive!

This was a point of view poem from the November Poem a Day Challenge,

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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Poetic Asides 2011 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 2 | WritersDigest.com

“I am soft sift in an hourglass–” Gerard Manley Hopkins

from “The Wreck of the Deutschland”

This single-lettered self

has been busy coning

on a contained glass plane

past sunsets that once seemed

much farther apart, It is the widening future

at the top,

funneling

into narrowing presents,

shining moments facet as they fall,

each catching the light and slowing

into the years of insects who cram

lifetimes between a single dawn and dusk.

Linda Armstrong

This was my poem for today. I don’t know whether I will make it all the way through the month, but it is fun right now. Check out the prompts and join in.

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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

Rime in Spring

Black Cattle in Snow Icy fog at base of Colorado National Monument

Rime on leaves after a freezing fog

Hoarfrost

Today at lunch, Alden and I took a drive across the base of the Colorado National Monument on the old highway (340). We are between late winter storms and some of the snow that has been hanging around since before Christmas is starting to melt. Freezing fog clung to the banks of the Colorado River, creating a magical scene that transformed itself into a more ordinary one with the first rays of the sun.

Rime in Early Spring

Fog hovers,
silent as a veil
over the coy face
of a virgin,
skimming bare limbs
tenderly,
Glittering them
with fragile
diamonds of ice.
Then, all at once,
the sun.
Everywhere
the rice-like grains
shower down!

Copyright, Linda J.Armstrong
January 30, 2010