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30 April, 2018: Kouros

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by John Panza

Kouros

At the bar, Agamemnon’s ghost
Warns his flame-haired buddy
That wives live for betrayal.
They mate and wait and kill
All hope, even the prudent ones
Who sit and knit and cast off
Suitors with a wave of slim hands,
Their long fingers ending with
Manicured nails. On this night,
My wife waits at home, knows
Where I am, likely will greet me
On the porch at ten, narrate for me
The baby’s bath-time antics.
Time to cast off from this barstool
Island, let the cool lake breeze
Lead me around the block, my
Journey home just beginning.


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“Kouros” by John Panza. © John Panza, 2017. Used by permission of the author.
 
ABOUT TODAY’​S POET
John Panza believes that the rhythms of poetry synchronize with the rhythms of the drums, and he likes that. Although poetry is something he teaches and writes, his primary creative outlet is as a musician and arts advocate. He plays drums in multiple projects and is president of a local music foundation that gives underground bands grants to support their craft. When not working or playing music, Panza spends time with his family: his wife, Jane, and his daughter, Eva. They live in Cleveland Heights.

WRITE A POEM

Take an old poem of yours – even one from the past 29 days – and rewrite it by using a different form or point of view, or a more arcane or simpler vocabulary.


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Ryan
Cold, steel grey skies
Lock in the misery
Unpretty, unpopulated
Had to escape

Pride cometh before the fall
Flames extinguished
The remaining force
Had to escape

Only come back for mom and dad
The same guilt of not going to church
They'll be gone
Had to escape

Business died
So did dreams
We all waved goodbye
Had to escape

Sorry to leave at first
Reached for greatness
Don't look back
Had to escape
4/30/2018 7:44:31 PM

N. K. Hasen
Window Craze [Rewrite]

I sit, staring out window.
Watching who is passing by.
Nothing escapes my watchful eye.
So, alert,
So tense,
I finally see something of fancy;
Placing two front paws on window sill.
I poke my snout so close to window;
I leave my breath mark.
Out a bark comes, then another;
Then a whine I begin to vent;
Venting my frustration that is inside me.
Wishing to be outside instead.
A push off window,
Off I go, running around house.
Back to window To see if it is there.
Yes it is and here I go;
Repeat of my venting
As I run around some more.
I am a crazy window watcher,
Who loves to see what is going on.
4/30/2018 10:58:36 AM



READ + WRITE: 30 Days of Poetry is a collaboration between Cuyahoga County Public Library and poet Diane Kendig. Our thanks go to Diane and the poets of Northeast Ohio who allowed us to share their poetry.