In this next edition of “The Honey Field,” the narrator suffers an emotional setback—and feels like the flower that “remained unheeded.”
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Poets and Poems: Laura Mullen and “After I Was Dead”
Finding “After I Was Dead: Poems” by Laura Mullen in a university bookstore reinvents a personal history and stokes memories of 50 years ago.
Poetry Prompt: Going On A Treasure Hunt – Part 2, Sledding Hill
Having a hard time finding poetry in the mundane parts of your day? Head out to a sledding hill (for real or in your mind) and see what poetry treasure you can find.
The Honey Field-1 • I Am Not There
Read the first installment in a delightful new serial novel by Mildred’s Garden author Laura Boggess. Then check back every two weeks for more!
Good News—It’s Okay to Write a Plot Without Conflict
What makes a plot worthy of writing? Get past societal assumptions about stories, and write a great plot without conflict.
By Heart: ‘The night is darkening round me’ by Emily Brontë
Emily Brontë holds us Spellbound with her poem “The night is darkening round me.” Come dance in the dark with us.
Poets and Poems: Andrea Potos and “Her Joy Becomes”
In “Her Joy Becomes,” poet Andrea Potos invites the reader into her mind and her heart to experience what her mother meant to her.
“To a Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses” by John Keats
< Return to All John Keats To a Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses As late I rambled in the happy fields, What time the sky-lark shakes the tremulous dew From his lush clover covert;—when anew Adventurous knights take up their dinted shields: I saw the sweetest flower wild nature yields, A fresh-blown musk-rose; ’twas […]
“The Human Seasons” by John Keats
< Return to All John Keats The Human Seasons Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of man: He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear Takes in all beauty with an easy span: He has his Summer, when luxuriously Spring’s honied cud of youthful thought he […]
“On the Grasshopper and Cricket” by John Keats
< Return to All John Keats On the Grasshopper and Cricket The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead; That is the Grasshopper’s—he takes the lead In summer luxury,—he […]
Poetry Prompt: Almanac of Last Things—Write From Your Now
Write from your now, using all five senses and the present moment. Callie Feyen follows poetry advice she learned in Washington, D.C.
Perspective: ‘Charlotte’s Web’ is a Medieval Novel
“Charlotte’s Web” a medieval novel? Join author Megan Willome as she gives a different perespective on the classic story.
By Heart: ‘Renascence’ by Edna St. Vincent Millay + Mad Libs Prompt
Let’s make poetry Mad Libs! Join us as we fill in the blanks to the beginning of Edna St. Vincent Millay’s “Renascence.”
“Modern Love” by John Keats
< Return to All John Keats Modern Love And what is love? It is a doll dress’d up For idleness to cosset, nurse, and dandle; A thing of soft misnomers, so divine That silly youth doth think to make itself Divine by loving, and so goes on Yawning and doting a whole summer long, Till […]
“In Drear Nighted December” by John Keats
< Return to All John Keats In Drear Nighted December In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne’er remember Their green felicity: The north cannot undo them, With a sleety whistle through them; Nor frozen thawings glue them From budding at the prime. In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy brook, Thy […]
“I Stood Tiptoe Upon a Little Hill” by John Keats
< Return to All John Keats I Stood Tiptoe Upon a Little Hill I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still, That the sweet buds which with a modest pride Pull droopingly, in slanting curve aside, Their scantly leaved, and finely tapering stems, Had not yet lost those […]
Poet Laura: Passing on the Laura-ship
Karen Paul Holmes bids farewell as she concludes her term as Tweetspeak’s Poet Laura and passes her Laura-ship on to another.
Flowers of California: Crape Myrtle
California’s papery crape myrtle blooms played companion to Tania Runyan as a budding writer in her back yard.
Can a Machine Write Better Than You?—5 Best (And Worst) AI Poem Generators
Ever wanted AI to write a poem for you? Well, you’re in luck—here are 5 best AI poem generators around, featuring Hades and Persephone.
“Hymn to Apollo” by John Keats
< Return to All John Keats Hymn to Apollo God of the golden bow, And of the golden lyre, And of the golden hair, And of the golden fire, Charioteer Of the patient year, Where—where slept thine ire, When like a blank idiot I put on thy wreath, Thy laurel, thy glory, The light of […]