Poem-a-Day

Poem-a-day

I. Jupiters

Dayside anger splits
hydrogen and oxygen
apart. Sulks and sighs
push the two toward nightside
where tears become tears again.

II. Pink Moon

When the creeping phlox
covers the moon in crepe flush,
we pray pestilence
will pass. Spring will yield enough
crop to eat and later sow.

III. Do Luna Moths Hurry?

When life is but ten
days: one turns sage in a week.
Wide eyespots evolve.
One disdains food—thinks only:
legacy, new moon, lift, glow.

Previous Poems

Title	Author	Date
A Brief Ontological Investigation	Erika Meitner	07/19/2018
Spirits	William Archila	07/17/2018
Leaving	Allison Adelle Hedge Coke	07/16/2018
A Tempest in a Teacup	A. Van Jordan	07/15/2018
Scintilla	William Stanley Braithwaite	07/15/2018
As due by many titles I resign (Holy Sonnet II)	John Donne	07/14/2018
Pity the Doctor, Not the Disease	Erin Belieu	07/13/2018
Round 3	Eloisa Amezcua	07/12/2018
The Broken Man’s Permission	Aaron Coleman	07/11/2018
1987	Paul Guest	07/10/2018

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07/19/2018