I had the strangest dream. This is what I remember... sort of. Me and the Muse Dream I ponder the blank page "after a bottle and a half of wine. yeah, I'm sleepy." That's an understatement.   But, I've got a nice glow on right now. My Muse drifts through the door like the rose,  "mmmmmmmmmmm" I'm in the cuddly stage. "Let's just sit and converse"  "You thought of me?" She asks. "Oh yes!   You were always near the front." "Can i tell you something?" I ask and continue without waiting "when I deleted my poems, I was going to quit writing.  You were the last tipping point."   I choke back the memory bringing salt stinging my eyes. "When I thought you were lost,  I cried knowing your many qualities." The Muse chortled "both good and bad?" "Yes."  agree "we all have good and bad.  wait till you see my bad. lol" "How are you?" she asks, caressing my hairless head.   "We can see each other in our dreams. Go now.  i could look at you all night and not tire of the sight." She snorts "Oofffff." like a joke when soda pop spews from your nose.  "I would like to wake in the morning and you be the first thing i see. But i'll be REM-ing all night, nothing deep." The Muse tells me "Go sleep love. We sleep together."  I close my eyes. She whispers, "You need to write more, your head is fucked."

Introduction February may be the shortest month, but it’s filled with inspiration—winter’s quiet beauty, love’s intensity, and the promise of change. This month, we invite you to join us for 28 days of poetry prompts designed to ignite your creativity through a mix of video, audio, image, and text-based inspiration. Each day, a new prompt will challenge you to explore emotions, memories, and imagination in unexpected ways. Whether you're a seasoned poet or just starting your journey, this challenge will help you expand your writing with fresh perspectives and sensory details. I know, it's a little late... 25%. I'll get the first 7 up later today and go from there. You can reply to the daily prompt and post your poem. Let February be the month where your words come alive!

Since we are approaching PoCoChapMo, I spent some time for the past couple of weeks collecting up poems, I have about 80, many of which need revision. I think I will pare it down to about 30. My creativity went into overdrive and thought I can make a story arc here. But that might require more rewrites. Focus Herbert-San. How do you deal with Shiny Object Syndrome?

I posted this poem on another site. Missing Mother You ask me if I miss my mother and I can tell you that the feeling will not go away in entirety, though time relieves the soul's reeling. I know you think of mother's day at the beginning of this month and you need to realize she is Mother forever, not just once. Years passed, then decades, and now a half-century into history, since the fateful day when she interceded to erase battling furies. I received an inclusive feedback for the poem: "Missing Mother" is a poignant meditation on loss, memory, and the enduring presence of a mother’s love. The poem captures the ineffable nature of grief and the profound impact a mother has on one's life, even long after her passing. The opening stanza sets a reflective tone, addressing the inevitability of persistent longing for a mother who has passed away. The poet acknowledges that while time may ease the acute pain of loss ("time relieves the soul's reeling"), the absence of a mother is a permanent void. This establishes a duality: the healing passage of time versus the immutable presence of loss. In the second stanza, the poet shifts to a universal contemplation of Mother's Day. This cultural observance, typically focused on a single day of celebration, is expanded in the poet’s vision to a timeless recognition. The poet insists that a mother’s role and significance transcend temporal confines ("Mother forever, not just once"). This assertion underscores the idea that motherhood is an eternal bond, not limited to specific days or moments but woven into the fabric of daily existence. The third stanza provides a historical perspective, suggesting a significant passage of time ("Years passed, then decades, and now / a half-century into history"). This distance emphasizes the enduring nature of the mother's influence. The phrase "since the fateful day when she / interceded to erase battling furies" is particularly evocative. It suggests a moment of profound intervention by the mother, perhaps metaphorically representing her nurturing and protective role in mitigating life's conflicts and chaos. Throughout the poem, the language is simple yet powerful, conveying deep emotion without resorting to elaborate imagery or diction. This simplicity enhances the sincerity and accessibility of the poet’s message, allowing readers to connect with the universal experience of maternal loss. The structure of the poem, with its consistent quatrains and a steady rhythmic flow, mirrors the ongoing and stable presence of the mother’s memory in the poet’s life. The rhyme scheme (ABAB) provides a sense of continuity and coherence, reinforcing the theme of enduring love and memory. Overall, "Missing Mother" is a testament to the lasting impact of maternal love and the inescapable nature of grief. The poet’s words resonate with a deep emotional truth, offering solace in the recognition that a mother’s influence is eternal, surviving the passage of time and the finality of death. ************** I am impressed with the depth on analysis by the reviewer. I need to implement these techniques and understand the mechanics of poetry. Can I do this analysis on my own poems? What do you think about this in-depth review?

We enjoyed a productive GloPoWriMo in April. A bit of a challenge, but engaging. Perhaps we can create a Poetry Cove Writing Month (PoCoWriMo) challenge. Let's discuss some rules and regulations.... (and break them) It doesn't need to be a poem written each day... How about committing to write enough poems to create your own chapbook in the month? Which we can share with other poets who participate here. What do you think?

A curious find? I'm related to Emily Dickenson, my 9th cousin four times removed. That's pretty cool, if you ask me. I subscribed to Roots Tech, presented my Latter Day Saints, who control most of the genealogy resources on the internet. They have vast amounts of scanned documents. I found other distant relations to T.S. Elliot, Mark Twain, Walt Disney, and heads of state like Queen Victoria and Winston Churchill. You probably have these connections as well.

I started to assemble a poetry collection 'World in Crisis' for Earth Day. Right now, I'm looking for ideas for themes within the collection. Here's some thoughts • forest and trees • climate change • oceans • rivers • air quality What do you think? Cheers Mythical Meter