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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

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

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.

Poetry Potluck and Inspiration Buffet

Poetry Potluck and Inspiration Buffet

In addition to our daily Poetry Breakfast, each Sunday we will host a Poetry Potluck and Inspiration Buffet.  All poets, from novice to Pushcart nominees are welcome to bring their best dish to the table.  We hope it will be a wonderful potluck of poetry with many flavors and plenty of new dishes we wouldn’t find elsewhere.

The goal of our weekly Poetry Potluck and Inspiration Buffet is to provide a place for all poets regardless of experience and publication history to join together in the spirit of poetry for all.  It’s about the love we have for writing poetry, not about the subjective quality of any particular poem.  Every poet, no matter their level of skill, has something to bring to the table.  And that something is their love of writing.

We will also provide a vast buffet of sights and sounds to spark inspiration for new works.

All poets are welcome to post ONE poem in the comments section for each Poetry Potluck and Inspiration Buffet.  This is a place without judgement.  There are no gatekeepers, no editors, no rejections.  Everyone is welcome to post ONE of their own original poems at the Poetry Potluck.

We do ask that when posting a poem, you keep in mind that our readers range from children to seniors and come from dozens of countries around the world.  So profanity, hate, and sexually provocative work is not appropriate and could be deleted.  We don’t want to censor any poet’s work, but we must also have some sensitivity to those who will be reading.

We’ll do our best to bring you an extensive buffet of inspiration.  And we hope you will bring you best poems to the table.

You can find each week’s Poetry Potluck and Inspiration Buffet here.

If you are interested in having your poems considered for our daily Poetry Breakfast (something separate from our once-a-week open potluck), please visit our Submissions Guidelines page.

Photo by Walz.


Poetry Potluck and Inspiration Buffet – 2/14/16

It’s decided, Sunday’s we’ll be hosting a Poetry Potluck and Inspiration Buffet

What does that mean?  It means every Sunday we’ll be bringing you a buffet of inspiration to spark your written creations.  And all poet’s are welcome to bring one of their dishes to the table via the comments sections.

Today being Valentine’s Day, well we went with the obvious…but we hope you’ll take it someplace new.

You can keep your creations to yourself, share them in the comments, or send them off to journals for publication.  They’re your creations, do as you please.

And of course, we welcome everyone to use the comment section to say hello and greet your fellow poet friends.  After all, who wants to eat brunch alone.  It’s so much better to feast with friends.  So, really, do use the comment section to say hello.

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The photos are from Pixabay.  Usually we give links to the individual photographer, but with the slide show, it just doesn’t work.

And we’ve picked a song from Danny Schmit and Carrie Elkin.

On that note, we will quote wiki  “Echo, by trying to protect Zeus, endured Hera’s wrath, and Hera made her only able to speak the last few words spoken to her. So when Echo met Narcissus and fell in love with him, she was unable to tell him how she felt and was forced to watch him as he fell in love with himself.”

Well, the buffet is ready and laid out before you.  We hope we’ve inspired something.  Don’t forget to come back next Sunday for our next Poetry Potluck and Inspiration Buffet.

Oh, we almost forgot…there’s plenty of inspiration for everyone, so please, invite your friends.

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