This week let’s write a backyard poem. With summer fast approaching those of us in the northern hemisphere, maybe you’ll be spending more time in the backyard, either your current or perhaps ones from your youth. While we may not have a literal backyard, we all have figurative ones, so there’s no NIMBY excuse. Post what’s in your backyard in the comments below.
Living Poetry 
the backyard is shared
with neighbors and their kids and
dogs who like to sniff
there was a lady who walk her cat
such a tiny furrball named Keelee
I miss them
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | June 4, 2021, 6:10 PMNice image. Love the details.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | June 4, 2021, 6:15 PMThank you!
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | June 6, 2021, 8:42 AMLikeLiked by 1 person
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Posted by JeanMarie | June 1, 2021, 1:39 PMLove the small hands clenched into fists. Great example of showing and not telling.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | June 1, 2021, 5:08 PMThanks Bart
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Posted by JeanMarie | June 1, 2021, 6:23 PMAlso, I don’t know why the link put a preview into the box. It’s never done that before and it seems a bit much. We’ll put it down to WordPress weirdness.
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Posted by JeanMarie | June 1, 2021, 6:29 PMYeah, that’s a new “feature”.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | June 1, 2021, 6:40 PMI am not sure my blog comment came through. I wanted to say this poem is outstanding and I don’t mean in the backyard 😉 This poem needs to be featured somewhere.
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | June 6, 2021, 8:45 AMIn the cool of the evening
out in the woods beyond my backyard
Wood Thrushes sing a song of joy
to everything that cares to hear
In the breeze, leaves gently bow
as It moves past each one
in turn
Out front, trucks rumble past
radios too loud
to notice the song
or the woods
so near
But here
here in the Backyard
in the liminal nightfall
every evening is a thin time
each moment, a chorus
calling us to join in
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Posted by Chris Clarke | May 31, 2021, 5:12 PMLove that last stanza!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | May 31, 2021, 8:48 PMYes, the last stanza!
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Posted by JeanMarie | June 1, 2021, 3:41 AMI felt like I was there. Well done.
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | June 6, 2021, 8:46 AMWriting Spot
I spent many lone nights
swaddled in a rainbow hammock
by the crackling firepit
in my manicured backyard
under the clear stary sky
in cold deep winters
Many poems were born
from frozen fingers tapping
on a frosted screen
when the embers started to go out
in the wee hours of the night
With a final sense of satisfaction
I straightened my beanie
wrapped myself in the wool blanket
resettled in my ugg boots
hurried into the house
where everybody I loved
were all in a deep sleep
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Posted by Cassa Bassa | May 31, 2021, 10:32 AMA gorgeous portrait of a poet. Well done! Hope Winter is starting well for you.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | May 31, 2021, 10:48 AMThese days oil heater is on in an apartment 😂
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Posted by Cassa Bassa | May 31, 2021, 5:31 PMSuch a lovely dedication to warming the words in the cool of the night.
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | June 6, 2021, 8:47 AM