Monthly Archives: December 2019

What Makes Me Call a Poem “Good”?

Posted on December 23, 2019 by Christine Irving

I came across a copy of this post in my notes today and think this one from February 2018 deserves a rerun… As a poet I am always pondering what makes a “good” poem.   Of course, subjectivity plays a big … Continue reading →

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Another Kind of Echo

Posted on December 13, 2019 by Christine Irving

So many kinds of echoes in the world. It’s no wonder the story of Echo and Narcissus has lasted so long.  We humans have more than one archetypal resonance with that word.  I can almost hear it echoing through my … Continue reading →

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Reflecting on Echo

Posted on December 11, 2019 by Christine Irving

So the challenge for Tuesday, December 10, thrown down by Merril D. Smith is to write  about echoes for our lesson on Poetics at the virtual pub for poets I like to frequent.  As it happens, I’ve written a couple … Continue reading →

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Prosery

Posted on December 10, 2019 by Christine Irving

    Flash Flood   Thunder in the mountains.  Stallion herds his mares to higher ground.  Vision stretches to miles on this calm cold morning.  Prairie dogs pop from holes, sentinel  forms alert, ready to run, but there’s nothing new … Continue reading →

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Apostrophe

Posted on December 8, 2019 by Christine Irving

Responding to Gospel Isosceles in  Meeting the Bar: Critique and Craft  at the d’Verse pub for poets, I have very little to say, except this poem wouldn’t leave me alone. It insisted on being written.  Nothing to do when the muse … Continue reading →

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A Spirited Quadrille

Posted on December 4, 2019 by Christine Irving

On the first day of December, De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) brought to me (and all the other poets hanging around the bar at the dVerse Poets Pub) a quadrille in the spirit of the season. My forty-four words are meant … Continue reading →

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Invasion

Posted on December 4, 2019 by Christine Irving

Kim M. Russell at the d‘Verse Poets Pub, prompted us to write in the manner of Sylvia Plath about something invasive.          dawn to dusk and all night through their little voices   argue, cajole joke, beseech … Continue reading →

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