The prompt for today, assigned by grandmaster poet Robert Lee Brewer in his blog is: "a visitor poem. The poem can be from the point of view of a visitor — or the people receiving the visitor. The visitor could be expected or unexpected. The visitor could be welcome or unwelcome. The visitor doesn’t even have to be human."
I'm actually typing this blog in the lobby of the Country Inn and Suites in Ankeny, Iowa; my colleague Grant and I are on the road, scheduled to give a fiction and poetry reading in West Des Moines in the morning for the Des Moines Area Community College's "Celebration of the Literary Arts." I wrote parts of the following poem in the car on the way here, and I'd like to tinker with it some more but it's 11:40 p.m. and the poem's gotta go up. So here goes . . .
Catherine's poem for Day Two is much more graceful, dealing with a much more serious topic than my light-hearted story above.
Okay, that's Day Two. Just twenty-eight poems to go. Ain't this grand?
Please leave a comment below for Catherine and me. Tell us what you're thinking after reading our drafts. Well, her poem and my draft. Take care, everyone. Ingat.
found poem: when the call came
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