Saturday, August 8, 2015

Final Hurrah! Last Day of the 5-Day Poetry Challenge

Thanks to everyone for coming along on the Cape May poetry raid every morning and for sending your beach-warm comments.  Glad you enjoyed our beach sojourn together.  Here is the last of the seawall poems...

on the night
of a new moon
high tide meets
the Milky Way.

And for my last poet tag, I pick Ryan Brandon, a young poet with things to say.

Thursday, August 6, 2015

Random Acts of Poetry-Day #4

Winding down the 5-Day Poetry Challenge on a cool beach breeze kind of day.

ocean smooths 
the sea bed
palms brush
the sandy sheets

Looks like we might have a rainy day here tomorrow morning so if you haven't checked out this 30-second poetry on the sidewalk walk, that will be your video poem for tomorrow.  No one said it has to be 5 consecutive days of poetry!

And for day #4, I tag my performance mentor and dear friend, Julia Lopez.

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Random Acts of Poetry-Cape May Day #3

Day 3 of the 5-Day Poetry Challenge

wave wish breath
on your skin
at night
you dream of rain

Monday's poem is faded...Tuesday's is on its way.

Take a video poetry walk with me here.

And today I tag Haiku ninja, Sarah Martinez-Helfman!

Random Acts of Poetry in Cape May-Day #3

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Random Acts of Poetry Day #2!

It's Day 2 of the 5-Day Poetry Challenge and I headed out to the seawall again with today's poem.

swallow the sun
filled, open-mouthed
against the darkness

A few people stopped to read it.  One person asked me if that was also my poem from yesterday, a bit faded but still there. One very fit jogger guy read it out loud as he ran by and said, "Cool."

Today, I am tagging Eugene Skeef, a London-based, South African-born poet, musician and inspiration.  We crossed paths many years ago and reconnected recently.  I am grateful.

Heading into the sunshine.  Filling up for the winter.

Monday, August 3, 2015

My Random Act of Poetry in Cape May

Kicking off my favorite two weeks of the year in Cape May with an early morning guerilla raid at the end of the seawall -- the spot where runners, bikers, strollers, finish their walk and turn back toward town.

soft with the weight of blue
sky reclines on the horizon
Think I will use this for Day 1 of the 5-Day Poetry Challenge put to me by my mentor A.V. Christie.  Post a poem, tag a poet.  Denice Frohman -- tag, you're it!  Let's get some spoken word in the challenge mix!

Back to the ocean -- aaahh.