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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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Laurie Kolp

Vertigo-Induced Masterpiece – A Poem by Laurie Kolp

Vertigo-Induced Masterpiece

The table centerpiece
+++++++ becomes a spinning disco ball
giving me a severe case
+++++++ of Saturday night fever
as it begins reflecting neon lights
+++++++ on popcorn ceiling.

Illuminated eyes suspend my mind.
+++++++ Dizzy, I swallow sandpaper Saltines
hoping to settle my acrid stomach
+++++++ but psychedelic beads appear duct taped
haphazardly across the beam
+++++++ between my eyes, acrobatic stunts.

Mirrored squares flash Morse code S.O.S.
+++++++ Village People blast from the past—Y.M.C.A.
My tingling arms do the motions
+++++++ but my head still spins. Suspended
in time. Rainbows rotating floor
+++++++ 3 feet off center.
I limbo to the couch and dream Monet.

 

 

About the Poet:
Laurie Kolp, author of Upon the Blue Couch and Hello, It’s Your Mother, has poems in concis, Prelude, Crack the Spine, Up the Staircase, Front Porch Journal, and more. An avid runner and lover of nature, Laurie lives in Southeast Texas with her husband, three children and two dogs. Learn more at http://lauriekolp.com.

 

 

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.

Start your morning with a nourishing poem.  Follow us on  Twitter, Facebook, and  Tumblr,  and enjoy a new poem every morning straight to your feed.

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Tree Logic 101 – A Poem by Laurie Kolp

Tree Logic 101

Not long after the hurricane blew through,
I notice them on a Sunday drive–
a tribe of trees undressed, their outer bark
peeling like sunburned skin.

Ever-reaching pines that seem to sway
in unison, praise the violet sky in chants
and dance as if to say apology accepted.

Some lean across the country lane
like old neighbors gossiping at curbs, one
so bent out of shape I wonder
how it stands a chance.

Survivors, these trees–
no storm or drought ever
wipes them out completely.

Why should we?

 

About the Poet:
Laurie Kolp, author of Upon the Blue Couch and Hello, It’s Your Mother, has poems in concis, Prelude, Crack the Spine, Gargoyle, and more. An avid runner and lover of nature, Laurie lives in Southeast Texas with her husband, three children and two dogs. Learn more at http://lauriekolp.com.
 

 

Photo by Goodwin Dance.

 

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.

Start your morning with a nourishing poem.  Follow us on  Twitter, Facebook, and  Tumblr,  and enjoy a new poem every morning straight to your feed.

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