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Poem of the Day

You asked me for a poem today. I raised the roof of my skull like the hood of a jalopy, I replaced the sparkplugs and Revved my six cylinders, smoking Choking an unbreathable cloud, My tarnished shroud. You asked me for a poem today, And here I am full of meager Moments where I once savored Modest madness. Where I neglected Love and paid up with hungry longing, All my regrets for reckless crimes. You ask me for a poem today. Just one day, a poem! But all poems are made somewhere in the stars, Carrying ships of perfumes and refracted prisms, They know no start or end, They violate all clocks and calendars. I won’t know when the words stop flowing. You might catch it if they do.

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Brian Sambourne

Date: 2/21/2022 5:43:00 PM

When I see lists of PS contests I feel the demand - "a poem today + on my terms." Probably just my warped thinking. So many fresh lines in your poem, Thomas, like "here I am full of meager moments" - that have a stark relevance to those of us who pen our thoughts. Enjoyed this write greatly. Cheers Brian

Thomas Wells
Date: 2/24/2022 1:28:00 AM

I think I know what you mean about PS contests, although I'm somewhat picky about them. i am very happy you liked this poem. I really enjoyed writing it. Be well! Thomas

Harry Horsman

Date: 2/14/2022 7:06:00 AM

Interesting mindset here, love the poem, Thomas. We all as poets, have many different ways, of creating poetry, and thank goodness for that. Here at soup is a prime example.

Thomas Wells
Date: 2/14/2022 4:19:00 PM

Indeed, there are an endless variety of ways to create a poem. I am grateful for PoetrySoup.com precisely because it exposes me to so much originality and variety. Thank you for your comments, harry. Be well!

Constance La France

Date: 2/10/2022 1:30:00 PM

Thomas, beautifully penned, I cannot write if I am pressured, I am not a poem a day kind of person, I must swirl my words in my mind for a bit, live with the poem for a bit, write, then re-write and then edit a few times more ~Constance

Thomas Wells
Date: 2/10/2022 8:41:00 PM

Your description of how you write rings familiar in my experience. A poem has to get teased out of hiding and nurtured like a child before I let it see daylight. Yet, on rare occasions, certain poems will seem to spill out on the page in just a few hours. Thank you for commenting, Constance!

Valsa George

Date: 2/8/2022 9:09:00 PM

"But all poems are made somewhere in the stars, Carrying ships of perfumes and refracted prisms, They know no start or end".... Lovely imagination that can come only from a great poet's mind . Really enjoyed !

Thomas Wells
Date: 2/8/2022 11:14:00 PM

Thank you so much, Valsa! The praise means so much coming from you. Be well! -Thomas