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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 Login to Reply 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. Login to Reply 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 Login to Reply 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 ! Login to Reply 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