A beautiful family picked me up on the side of the road in Lihue (Kaua’i), Hawaii. They even gave me $10 for the bus fare. I left them a copy of this poem underneath the bus bench they dropped me off at…hopefully they received it :) Mahalo!
I’m in Hawaii so I don’t exactly feel like updating Typewriter Poetry every day :) But because it’s raining, here’s a poem from April 4th.
This poem is for Ken the photographer with the tiny moleskin notebook. He requested a poem about the “death of a young friend.”
prompt: “when it smells like summer nights and crickets”
prompt: “I have traveled the earth with only a slight, compact bag at my shoulders that held a camera, enough clothes for tomorrow. I have dwelled and dined in cities where a constant flow of human traffic streaks by, as seen through a window. I have wandered endless fields that stretch to the horizon like the blue Pacific. and I am left to wonder, where is home?”
I broke my own rules for this poem. First I wrote a completely different one that focused more on traveling. then I tried the prompt again and got this little diddy
prompt: “write a poem about sleep. i love sleeping. :p”
this poem was created with help from two of my favorites:
* I love the phrase “fallow spaces”; learned it from a song by one of my favorite local bands, full of emptiness
* I used a line from one of my favorite poems by Louise Gluck, “the white lilies”