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This is an Open Thread. Grab your cup, pull up a chair, sit a spell and share what’s on your mind today.
One Sentence Poems
One Sentence Poems is a website that showcases – you guessed it – one sentence poems.
Here’s how they explain it:
“This site publishes one-sentence poems every other day. Please send us your one-sentence poems. All poems are copyrighted by their respective authors. Once published here, rights revert back to the authors. If they appear elsewhere, we ask for acknowledgment of first publication by One Sentence Poems. Ask your doctor about One Sentence Poems. If any one of these poems lasts more than 4 hours, go to your local emergency room.”
I find it really remarkable how much poetry you can get into a single sentence. Here are some recent examples:
Iowa Gourmet Coffee Shop
in poetry slam
seed caps in
- by G. Louis Heath, who teaches at Ashford University in Clinton, Iowa.
Whale dreams chart
our Earth’s curve.
- by Brent Goodman, who is an MFA poet turned haiku poet turned invisible poet living in Wisconsin’s Northwoods with his foldable mountain bike and three rescued cats.
- by Howie Good, whose eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards.
Sweet sleep, I know you
the way that a blind man is
said to know the moon
- by Abigail Johnson, who is a student at the University of Virginia, and when she is not writing, she particularly enjoys drinking miso soup and identifying moss.
Black and White
If I told my three-year-old nephew,
the earth is square,
he’d believe in rotating corners,
the edge of the world,
and bounce plastic boxes
instead of balls.
- by Kristina England, who lives, writes, hikes, and sails in Worcester, Massachusetts.
Pretty ball of red
burns from within—
- by Kay Pillai, who used to live somewhere in India every day, till she drowned in a fairy tale.
A little food for thought for a May Monday, which is Victoria Day in Canada, to go with your cuppa.