for - words 04 16 2014

Wednesday, April 16, 2014


Earth Day Double Octave


Having missed the start of National Poetry Month, I decided to write a poem a day half way into the month.  I thought Earth Day.  I thought eight days before and eight days after Earth Day.  An octave times two.  It added up to half the month.


Even that scared me. 


Getting into a poem requires setting aside daily tasks, worries, appointments, email messages.  It requires new eyes, to see the poems happening around you and whittling away whatever obscures them.


So I gave myself warm-ups which will not count as daily poems.  But Sunday I allowed myself a day long head start, writing, writing, crafting drafts to bank for lean and busy times.  After all, I'll be at a conference Thursday through Saturday, disrupting my mornings in ways not easy to ignore.


Margaret Rozga

author of Though I Haven't Been to Baghdad

and 200 Nights and One Day

for - words 04 14 2014

Monday, April 14, 2014


National Poetry Month Heats Up


Here's a link to my poem about Donald Rumsfeld's smile.  It appeared in New Verse News on Friday.  You may need to scroll down to find it, "The Known Unknown."




for - words 04 13 2014

Sunday, April 12, 2014


National Poetry Month Prompt


Lunch. Write about your lunch.  That's the message from the current Poets & Writers email prompt, "The Time is Now." 


Then I went to lunch with Wendy, and tucked into the menu also a prompt:  write about this lunch.  So I spent yesterday afternoon writing, getting ready for my Earth Day Double Octave, a poem a day, eight days before and eight days after Earth Day.  


Tomorrow it begins.  I'm almost ready. 


for - words 04 11 2014

Friday, April 11, 2014


National Poetry Month Warm-Up VI


Popcorn kernels, yes, there in my kitchen in my dream.  I reach down for an aluminum kettle and am all set to start popping the old-fashioned way when I realize I don't have any vegetable oil.


In the morning, the images from the dream re-emerge.  I use them to describe a barrage of words, someone who can't stop talking, her words colliding against each other like popping corn.

for - words 04 10 2014

Thursday, April 10, 2014


National Poetry Month Warm-Up V


Thinking revision:  The first line of your poem may be in the second stanza of your draft. 

The last line of your poem may be over-written. 

Maybe something like the first line would work as the title. 

Or as the last line.


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