A Wolf Inspires a Poem for Kids’ Month

Poetic Parfait

Hi all! This new poem called “Challenge” gets its inspiration from a particular piece of street art depicting a wolf. The amazing artwork was photographed by Resa of Graffiti Lux and Murals, as part of Kids’ Month. Resa has taken photos of wonderful youth-friendly street art and asked for submissions of poetry and short stories to accompany them throughout the month of March. I’m happy to be a part of the exciting project this year! You can participate too by following the link above.

This wolf art caught my eye with its bright colors and wonderful details. The artist is Cash Akoza.

Blue Eyed Wolf Street Art Wolf Art Inspires Poetry. Art © Cash Akoza. Photo © Resa McConaghy.

And here is the poem that stirred in my mind as I looked at the wolf street art:


You’re a lone wolf,
Away from the pack and
Savoring a fearless thought,
Blue eyes intent on the path…

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Brand New 

Everything I Never Told You

You who carry sunshine in
your hair, the sky in your hands,
and blueberry pie in your eyes

You who knows all the words
to every Chet Baker song.

Why don’t you come by my record shop?
I’ll teach you the percussive du wop

Come unearth my city plot.
Right my upside down heart
with the lilt of your melodic

Stain my soul with your graceful fingers.

Sing me your red velvet tune
with not one note of sorrow

Scrawl on my tongue
your heart song.
I’ll sing along.

Make music to a woman
not quite young, but not yet old.
My mind a score of hunger.
Patterns of passion across
my face.

Don’t be afraid to improvise
summer nights composed of
bodies and sway.
Wingtip and rosehip.
We’ll create our
own tune.

The tenor sax takes the lead.
It sounds like desire,
like it won’t ever stop.


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Recipe for coffee

The Darkest Fairytale

Double the caffeine
A teaspoon of sarcasm
Mixed with,
Inappropriate humour
A dash of profanity.
With a sprinkle
Of dark thoughts.


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17183914810_d81091c658_bShe has not answered the door in many years

even when she had a door

even when there was a bell to ring

or wood to pound

she recalls once

feeling as if it were only herself

and the world

miming in pirouette masks back and forth

echoing on either side of a shard of glass

and she cut out that feeling with thin lines

blossoming under the bath

bubbling their way into unconsciousness

until lifted from reddening closure

she could not recognize afterward

thin on blood and holy water

her face in the hallway mirror

though she saw how badly the brass frame

needed polishing

perhaps if I smooth the glass

it will show me as I feel

not the scars and the fear

dancing across with pointed shoes

every year she remained patent

underneath the mossy dander

listening for the interupted caller

watching herself grow in reduction


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A panel interview and a busted foot

I have had issues with this foot but it would happen after an injury. The two I had was playing softball and even though the first base bag had two bags the first one that I stepped in, he blocked and I went down hard. Oddly enough I wore an air cast and competed in a track meet and won my three events while playing the possum. The second was running at night and I did not see the concrete slabs and bang down. 1.5 miles from and I tried biking and walking using the bike as a crutch it took 30 minutes and my foot was the size of a softball two times in 3 months.

At least those had a reason to be messed up. This has no excuse and I have to hope that I am walking fine to pass the panel and after changing and going to donate plasma and hopefully get to school. I do push myself hard as many friends here know. My foot, if it doesn’t subside will have me in an ER to tap the fluid out and I am sure I will get scripts for anti biotics.

Six word story part 4 number 42

“Hoping today is a better day”

Six word story part 4 number 42

“Hoping today is a better day”