“Observation” / “Poeminence”


A poem is a figment of your imagination;
The writing bug, a malady of your own creation.

© Stephanie Malley

I find myself wanting to jot down lots of poetry lately, maybe because I’ve been reading Ted Kooser’s Poetry Home Repair Manual, a book my oldest daughter was getting rid of. I’m glad I rescued it. Of all the books about writing poetry that I’ve started to read, this is one of the few I finished. Kooser chooses wonderfully accessible poems to illustrate his advice, and his advice is spot-on. Who knew he was U.S. Poet Laureate from 2004-2006 and a Pulitzer Prize-winning author? I certainly didn’t. Poet laureate, I suspect, is an honor that goes mostly unrecognized. Peace to your ♥ !


Poet laureate.
Let me think a bit….

I haven’t a clue—who?

© Stephanie Malley


You see them on their lounge chairs, lined up in a row like fish sticks. Or perhaps hot dogs, complete with “grill marks” from the chair when they get up for a swim. But maybe it only similes that way to me. :)


Bronze bodies poolside, Julying in the sun:
Coat both sides with sunscreen; fry until done.

© Stephanie Malley

(Caveat: Frying until done is fine in the poem, but I don’t recommend it in real life.)

Peace to your !

“Three Brief Lessons on Worms”

Building on the idea, mentioned in my first post, that as a newbie blogger I’m like a baby bird learning to fly, I herewith present my very modest collection of birds.

It’s a like affair that goes back at least to eighth grade, when I won an essay contest with a short piece on a bird flying over fields and valleys. That’s it, just flying. Perhaps the competition wasn’t that stiff. :)

Peace to your !

Three Brief Lessons on Worms

A bird is a worm eater;
Ergo, a worm is a bird feeder.

the early worm
how quickly it becomes
the late worm

The rain, a worm
Curved like a question mark:
Food for my children, a robin

© Stephanie Malley
[This poem was published in the 2018 issue of the Loyalhanna Review.]