I Have No Thoughts of Cosmological Matters – Our Poem of the Week

This week’s poem is a Triolet from M. B. Powell, a Washington poet who has three tiolets in the winter issue of Third Wednesday.  The poet’s chapbook, Lovers, Mothers, Killers, Others is published by Finishing Line Press2013.
A poem of eight lines, rhyming abaaabab and so structured that the first line recurs as the fourth and seventh and the second as the eighth.

Photo credit:  NASA Hubble Telescope


We like poems that paint a vivid picture and this one from Raymond Byrnes does exactly that.  His poem is a photograph of a stormy Lake Superior.  It’s an apt description of how quickly conditions can change on the big lake using images that are familiar to those who know the hard working inland sea.


Little Miracles

In our poem of the week, Gina Valdés offers this vivid description of her experiences on the roads of California with some good Samaritans who stop in their “smooth-running carcacha” to get her “not-so-smooth-running carcacha” going again.  This poem is from the just released Winter Issue of Third Wednesday.  That’s not Gina’s car in the photo but it looks like the car I see in her poem.


Miles To Go

Image result for robert frostBut I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep…

Coming soon to coffee mugs and t-shirts everywhere – the copyright on Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening expired at midnight on January 1st, 2019. The poem was written over twenty inspired minutes in the summer of 1922 after Frost had been up all night working on a different poem that wasn’t going well.