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.

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Prompt Inspiration:
3WW~ absurd, groan, weak

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

The Petting Zoo Dilemma

a mocha hue of dung-y mud
daubs straw beneath his feet
beside pig pen

so fast, I have no chance to swoop him up
before he stomps right in it, then steps back out
minus left shoe

and hubs is with the older kids
spinning rides so high, cheap thrills
that burn deep holes in pants

money set aside and saved
for this big day each year,
South Texas Fair

a helper hoses off the sludge
while I try to hide my smile,
the moral learned without my words

hopefully


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Prompt Inspiration:
Poetry Jam~ Festivals
PU Mid-Week Motif~ Children
3WW~ burn, hue, moral

Sunday, May 4, 2014

Debauchee

Chair With the Wings of a Vulture, 1960, Salvador Dali 




wayward one
spoon-fed by candlelight,
yet unfulfilled~
I pray for you


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 *Inspiration~The Mag218*

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Nightfall





Before I fall asleep I seek 
a moon on lids behind shut eyes, 
that when I contemplate and pray 
spreads peace from head to toe. 

I long to feel your presence here, 
safe within the shadow of a dream 
as simple as the calming waves 
washing out to sea, away from me 
shattered shells, earthly spells 
hindering my footpath. 

 I call upon that inner light, 
let you sweep the waste from me, 
witness once again 
celestial completeness 
 centered in my soul,
 and the sense 
that all will be okay 
as long as I believe 
 your essence lives in me. 

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Prompt Inspiration~

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

The Desert Experiment


Quite adept
at self-preservation,
the scientist
stumbled upon
a prickly pear,
a little too literally
with face needled
& ass in air

discovered
its viscous sap
gels hair
and edible fruit
intoxicates.

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Poetic Inspiration~
Poetry Jam: Deserts
PU Mid-Week Motif: Science
3WW: adept, edible, viscous 

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Exciting News! My poetry book, Upon the Blue Couch (Winter Goose Publishing), has just been released. You can find it at Amazon here.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

The Message

animate this:
warm temperatures,
opened windows

thoughts of first
holiday without Mom

last Easter's memories
a broken record--
basket from Nini to kids
candy, money & eggs
with seeds, not chocolate
planted-- pumpkin & squash
watered for weeks
then forgotten,
by summer
overgrown weeds 

impassioned, a bee
flies in and stings
left cheek,
my reaction
an arm-waving scream

pervert 
parked next to me
laughs

~

Prompt Inspiration--
Poetry Jam: Bees, Birds and Bunnies
PU Midweek Motif- Holidays & Holy Days
3WW: animate, impassioned, pervert

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

one, two, three strikes you're out


 it's horrible, this home
plate I'm on, with eyes
like tasers aimed
at my swing
strike one

okay, I'm sweating now
my slip/slide palms
a slick film,
it seems as if
a hundred pounds
of listless arms
weigh me down
strike two

ouch!
strike three

how can they call
me moody? I mean
wouldn't you
do the same thing, too?
It's not my fault
I saw a bug
hop across
my shoe


Poetic Inspiration~
Poetry Jam: Baseball & Barriers
PU's Motif: Distractions
3WW: horrible, listless, moody