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Poetry Breakfast

Beginning March 20th, 2016 Poetry Breakfast will once again serve a little poetic nourishment every morning. Start your day with our new expanded menu. Poems, of course, are our specialty. But we will also be serving a fuller menu that includes poetry related creative non-fiction such as letters to and from poets, essays on poetry, and anything else that might feed a poet and poetry lover’s soul.

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Curtis Whitecarroll

Dying Compass – A Poem by Curtis Whitecarroll

Dying Compass

we travel as unthinking as clouds
sailors with our skin rooted to the ship
seashells loving the freedom brought of decay
the sky and the sea weld together in our drift
we are calm, of few emotions,
both fear and courage are born of concern
of where one is headed

 

 

About the Poet:
Curtis Whitecarroll is a poet and reading-event producer living in Portland, Oregon He has been published in Multiple online and print magazines .

 

Photo by Martin Winkler.

 

Poetry Breakfast accepts submissions of poetry and poetry related creative non-fiction year-round.  See our Submission Guidelines page for details on submitting your work.

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Final Observation – A Poem by Curtis Whitecarroll

Final Observation

1

There is no death
for memories

as long as they can
be turned to stories

2

skin turns to things just recalled

write down this which sticks out amidst
ethers of numbness and forgetting

sparks falling into a pond
there is something like

a cold voice
turning to a heartbeat
a heartbeat
turning to a scribbling sound

read the story,
tell the story
let life wait in
notebooks that wait
forgotten

3

a final observation:
poetry is always going to hurt
but it will be the ache
before you go to sleep
the stiffness in limbs
that say tomorrow you will be stronger

4

fate will gather along the highway,
gathering pelts

the lives of what it wears will sink into it
and you will always ache for an animal freedom

and when you feel best , you will run free no longer
understanding that there are dangers upon the road

live your life to be remembered
to be part of someone else’s poems
another skin full of stories
pages that will last longer than paper

 

 

About the Poet:
Curtis Whitecarroll is a poet and reading-event producer living in Portland, Oregon He has been published in Multiple online and print magazines.

 

Poetry Breakfast accepts submissions of poetry and poetry related creative non-fiction year-round.  See our Submission Guidelines page for details on submitting your work.

Photo by Jay Mantri.

Words Are Loneliness – Poetry Potluck and Inspiration Buffet

Inspiration Buffet:

This week our buffet features two poems by Curtis Whitecarroll and a few photos by Katrin Baustmann.

 

The Vulture by Curtis Whitecarroll

Holding my stitches together well enough
to write another poem
I have made a mirror on paper

Seeing that I am a collection of
all the former selves I have abandoned
to the leprosy of guilt

Living just fine after all the times
I was prepared to die ,
Lazarus wanting only to be wrapped
in bandages and left to rest in cave

I turn my pen to a vulture
to pick away pieces and feel lighter

Remembering the run over rattlesnake
threatening the impatient vulture
who was too hungry to wait for stillness

I watched them both, while hitch-hiking.
At 14, I knew the desert was home
to creatures that fight hardest for life,
but are the most deserving of death

 

For The Starving by Curtis Whitecarrol

“Words are loneliness.”-Henry Miller

soon poets will
be reduced to starving
wolverines

but we will keep scrounging
for a bit longer still
you wonder what winter
is for us,

the white flakes of time
the indifference

that will blanket us
given time

our words having strength
only among wastelands
of silence,

we had such places as
the eggs we hatched from

we are the condemned
by being content to live this life

searching for the first in a chain
of last meals

our words come from our mouths
but do very little to fill it

may god allow us to
cough up our own heart
perhaps make a meal of it

a fine distraction from
nuclear winters we find calmness in

I am certain there are others here
close by, being alone also

there is no location here
it is simply the mind and its overlapping
cartography

the great cliffs and valleys of melancholy
and the attempts at filling in distances
with happy routines,creatures of habit

let the routines grow thinner
and let us grow tolerant of

the losing game as we know it is come
let times indifferent snow fall give
us a good blanket,

as our legs and spirit finally become
too weak to chase the wild herds
of inspiration, so far spread out

let us be as respected as dinosaurs
as we fall down into dusty history books
barely read

 
Curtis Whitecarroll is a poet and reading-event producer living in Portland, Oregon He has been published in Multiple online and print magazines.

Katrin Baustmann is a German writer, self-publisher and always looking for great images at Pixabay for future book projects. But she also loves to capture the world with all of its beauty with the camera and gladly share them with you.

Poetry Potluck:

Bring your dish to the table.  We invite you to use the comment section below to share a poem of your own, sparked by or related to today’s Inspiration Buffet.

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