March 2021

About Poemography

To commemorate the tenth anniversary of my Poem-A-Day Project, I am reprising my daily poetry challenge in 2021.

But this time with an exciting twist.

I am delighted to take on this project in collaboration with three outstanding photographers, Pedro Cardoso (Portugal), Andreas Schönke (Germany) and Milan Tettero (Netherlands), whose photos serve as the inspiration behind all of the poems in the collection.

Each day I receive a new image from Pedro, Andreas and Milan (in three-day rotations) and create a poem inspired by each image, publishing them here with subscription-free access for all.  

Every Tuesday throughout the year, I will write and publish one bonus photopoem that will be available exclusively to my Patrons on Patreon.

In 2022, the complete collection of poems and images will be published in a limited edition hardbound book available for purchase. And as an added feature, I'm considering releasing some of the poems as spoken word recordings by a variety of special guest readers. Enjoy the year!

04MAR21

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This Moment

I play this morbid game with myself

Have done it for as long as I can recall

Where I look despairingly at old people

Knowing they won't be alive in fifty years

But I soon realize I won't be here either

When so many people I know will likely be

They'll live to see technological advancements

Unlike Jackie Gleason who never sent an email

I wonder if my children will travel to Mars

Or resurrect me if they were given the chance

Will their grandchildren ever know about me?

Read my poems and stories or listen to my songs?

 

All that is perfectly clear in this very moment

Is that I am living, breathing, mediocre and trite

Feebly disquieted and aware of my imperfections

And this disturbingly insatiable desire to live forever

TETTERO

03MAR21

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It's Not What You Think

We sat across the crowded diner

She mumbled something in a smile

I looked at the maple syrup dispenser

Trying to distract myself from her flirtation

Breakfast arrived and I dove into the stack 

The pat of butter patiently melting away

Steam billowing off of scrambled eggs

And yes, the bacon was once a carrot 

Her friend arrived with two stale kisses

I had a jacket like that many years ago

A hunter green duffle coat from Lord&Taylor

It looked better on me than it did on that guy

Then he handed her an envelope and left

She walked over to my table and set it down

I opened it while she waited to see my reaction

I ate a toasted bagel as she turned and walked away

CARDOSO

02MAR21

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The Twelfth House

You didn't ask to be born into this world

But the sun has created another perfect being

Your primal scream hurtled across the universe

Dancing with silvery stardust and moonbeams

Your place in heaven has already been anointed

The ancestors await you with sweet fragrant fruits  

A ruby-studded crown to be placed upon your head

You will reign eternal upon a glistening golden throne

 

But today there is only decay amongst the ruins 

No gods or flying chariots to rescue you from harm

Only the protection of your mother's frail embrace

No sanctuary to offer you sustenance or salvation

And as you walk along the burning desert sand

Encountering those who could not bear the journey

A wellspring of hope bursts open up from your eyes

Quenching your thirst giving you strength to carry on

SCHÖNKE

01MAR21

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Life During Wartime

No one goes into this thing with an exit strategy

Or walks up to the altar with a partial game plan

And who would have ever contemplated a last kiss

A last stroll along the seashore or that final sunrise

While there's no such thing as the perfect anything

And certainly no crystal ball to gaze into the future

Some people appear destined to go the distance

Possessing that extraordinarily unique something

It was easy to see the qualities you saw in her

An intensely affable, feisty, olive-skinned beauty

With penetrating dark eyes and a forest-like calm

Rebellious and adventurous, yearning for paradise

Life during wartime begets only innocent prisoners

They say every battle won is someone's battle lost

When the moment comes to pick up and soldier on

No possessions matter more than those we never had

TETTERO

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