Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Sophomoric


entanglement
in the parking lot,
heartless honks
and cars backed up
in jagged lines
like zipper spines--
walk with a book
on your head--
need not lead to death,
but saggy pants just might

~~~

Poetic Inspiration~
Poetry Jam: Back to School
3WW: entanglement, death, heartless

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Lessons Along the Path



@Houston's Cockrell Butterfly Center, by L. Kolp

Circuitous, the path we followed 
through the humid butterfly 
center, winding down 
from top story 
to bottom.
Along the way, we
paused and watched
the butterflies swarming
around us, hoping one
might land on our shoulder.
Concrete benches amidst
the greenery called us
to rest awhile.
Beside me, a butterfly
landed, its transparency
among the color 
breathtaking.

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Prompt Inspiration~

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Afternoon Snack

his eyes were like almonds
drawing me into a secret place inside
where only I existed
and nothing else mattered
except us

those eyes that shined
when looking into mine
satisfied an insatiable appetite
from the very first taste
after which nothing else mattered 


~~~

Poetic Inspiration:
Poetry Jam~ Almonds
PU Mid-Week Motif~ Happiness


** EXCITING NEWS **
You can read it here if so inclined.



Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Heat Wave

oh, these days, these summer days
where heat becomes a summer haze
much like an oven's heating waves
you see, you see the heating rays

the outside air as thick as soup
grass turns brown and flowers droop
the kids stay in, stay in and swoop
like parasites; the kitchen troop

while I try hard to stock and save
stock and save the microwave
from overheating; oh, this group
eating, eating through and through

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Poetic Inspiration~
Poetry Jam: Something Ordinary
Poetic Asides: An Outside Poem

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Deja Vu

Going through Mom's closets


Much like the well-known wardrobe 
in the old spare room, this closet sits 
waiting for visitors... and I am Lucy
stepping into another place and time;
not Narnia, but Kelly High, stepping
back to my youth, back to party days
with formal dances and bright futures.
Each gown worn still hangs there as if 
nothing ever happened, nothing at all.

~

Prompt Inspiration: Poetry Jam~ Trash or Treasure?

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Unquenchable



A blue jay bathed in the dogs' water today
as I watched through the kitchen window.
You once said you prefer blue over red
birds; how I yearn to hear your words again.


Prompt Inspiration: Poetry Jam~ Thirst


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Exciting News!! 
I'm reading from Upon the Blue Couch at Poetry Hickory July 8. 
If you're in the area, please stop by... I'd love to meet you!
July 2014

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Life


Photo by L. Kolp



Plank by rickety plank
Hope treads ahead,
a tightrope walker

feet steady
keenly aware 
one slight misstep
 
might break her, 
yet with faith enough 
to try.


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Prompt Inspiration: Poetry Jam~ Bridges









Sunday, June 1, 2014

Heart, Capsulized

Courtesy of Mag 222
















you can change
how fast you age
with bleached white teeth

pump up lips,
tattoo them
hot pink 

how your
skin appears
with fake tans

not to mention
hair dyed to hide
unwanted gray

but there's nothing,
not a pill, that will
ever change your
thoughtless heart

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Also shared at Creative Boomings'

Monday, May 26, 2014

Virtual Blog Tour


I was asked by my friend and fellow creative, Kathryn Dyche  Dechairo, to participate in a virtual blog tour. Its goal is to introduce talented bloggers and have them share insight into their writing and creative process. You can visit her tour post at The Edge of Silence - See more at: http://confessionsofalaundrygoddess.blogspot.com/#sthash.fZmpB1Dk.dpuf
I was asked by my friend and fellow creative, Kathryn Dyche  Dechairo, to participate in a virtual blog tour. Its goal is to introduce talented bloggers and have them share insight into their writing and creative process. You can visit her tour post at The Edge of Silence - See more at: http://confessionsofalaundrygoddess.blogspot.com/#sthash.fZmpB1Dk.dpuf
 I was asked by my friend and fellow creative, Susie Clevenger, to participate in a virtual blog tour. Its goal is to introduce talented bloggers as they share insight into their creative process and current projects. You can visit her tour post at Confessions of a Laundry Goddess. 

Susie Clevenger
BIO:
Susie Clevenger is a Poet, Author, Blogger and Photographer.  Her debut book of poetry 'Dirt Road Dreams' is available on Amazon and Susie is currently working on her second poetry collection, Insomnia's Ink. 








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1. What am I working on? 
My first complete collection of poetry, Upon the Blue Couch (Winter Goose Publishing) was just released in April, so I'm working on spreading the word and trying to promote it. Here is the title poem from my book.



Upon the Blue Couch
by Laurie Kolp (Winter Goose Publishing)



Maybe I didn’t write a thing today.

Maybe I sat on this twenty-year-old

muted blue couch and did nothing

but think about the wear and tear

from move after move we’ve been through,

with washed over mars, the scars

of cigarettes and vomit,

having been passed out upon and puked upon,

a shoulder when I needed one

to cry my eyes out upon.

Maybe I remembered all the lovers

who have lied

sprawled upon its pillows

with hungry lips I’ve kissed,

hands upon thighs, breasts upon chest,

all to feel something better than

what was missing in my heart.

Maybe I dreamed about my husband

and all the times we’ve rued upon

blue obsequious fabric,

worrying about the economy we’ve fallen upon--

with curse words or whispers

sometimes at opposite ends,

sometimes hand in hand,

but always with a love

never to be crashed upon.

Maybe I recalled my babies

sleeping upon their daddy

sleeping upon the cushions

as they sought solace in colicky times

and I was too tired to stay awake,

my nipples having been sucked upon

and sipped upon one too many times,

their cracks a small sacrifice

for a lifetime of nourishment.

Maybe I didn’t write a thing today,

but this twenty-year-old blue couch did.



My blue couch

2. How does my work differ from others of its genre? 
This is a question I'd like for my readers to answer (feel free to in comments)! Of course everyone's work is different and unique, but I think mine is unpredictable... hopefully keeping readers guessing what's next.

Haiga by Laurie Kolp
 3. Why do I write/create what I do? 
It's a basic need, really. This muse inside of me (sometimes naughty, sometimes nice) demands to be set free. When I entered college, I didn't really know what I wanted to do. Becoming a writer seemed so unreachable. I did know that I was on this beautiful earth for a reason; but what it was, I had no clue. I tried nursing, business and then decided on education since the women in my family were teachers. I enjoyed teaching, but never felt completely fulfilled. I returned to writing after birthing three kids in four years. I knew at once that was my purpose.



4. How does my writing/creating process work?
I work really well in the morning; but with three kids, I take what I can get. Sometimes my muse nudges me, sometimes she downright pushes me to write something that popped into my head. Other times, I can't get her to do a thing. It's during those times that I try to spark my creativity through other avenues, such as photography and art. The picture below won an award from NWCU. The art sparked the poem.


 I also go back to older poems and work on editing them. I'll start with a rhyming poem and then change it to a different form/style. Another thing that helps get me going is found poetry. I participated in The Found Poetry Review's Pulitzer Remix in April 2013. I had to create 30 found poems from John Updike's Rabbit at Rest. Here is one of those poems.



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Below are the three poets I selected for this virtual tour. Next week, they will guide you through the same questions. Please check them out!

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Linda Hofke
 Linda Hofke, a native Pennsylvanian, lives in Germany where she writes, takes photographs and puts her lead foot to use on the Autobahn. Her work has been featured in Curio Poetry, MiCrow, Bolts of Silk, The Fib Review, The Poetic Pinup Revue and other literary journals as well as several anthologies. She blogs sporatically at Lind-guistics (http://lind-guistics.blogspot.de/) and Linda's Life on the Other Side (http://lindas-life-otos.blogspot.de/).






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Walt Wojtanik
 Walt Wojtanik is an accomplished poet, playwright and composer who has taken 45 years to become an overnight success. His work has been presented in various anthologies and publications, or has been staged in his native Buffalo, NY. He’s currently working on his next big thing, whatever that might be. https://wojisme.wordpress.com/.





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Imelda Santore

I am Imelda Santore. I came from the Philippines. Eleven years ago, I left family, friends, and a legal career to marry the wonderful man I met online. We are now the parents of four boys. I keep myself busy homeschooling the elder children, gardening, and doing things necessary to keep our home in a livable state. I take refuge in writing poems to sort out my thoughts and to keep my sanity. http://mywordwall.wordpress.com/

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

THE WAGON

Is there something distinct
about an abandoned red wagon
in a flowerbed overcome with weeds

collecting prickly rain
falling down in sheets,
each plop overflowing,
green grass growing
taller with each drop

and two scraggly kids peeking
through their bedroom window
waiting for the sun?

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Poetic Inspiration~
Poetry Jam: Rain
PU Mid-Week Motif: The Color Green (14 lines max)
Poetic Asides: An Object poem

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

For Old Times' Sake


Photo by L. Kolp


You said if we pedaled together,
our cruise along the seawall might get better

and even though it looked like a breeze,
before long I felt weak in the knees.

With a groan I said stop, I need out in a hurry;
we must return this absurd limo surrey.

Like a good friend, you finally obliged
as side by side we sauntered inside

a sidewalk cafe and ordered cheesecake,
chatted til dusk for old times' sake.

**


Prompt Inspiration:
3WW~ absurd, groan, weak