<![CDATA[Michael Allyn Wells - Poet Home Website - Poet Notes]]>Sun, 27 Jul 2025 21:05:12 -0600Weebly<![CDATA[The Lay of the Land]]>Sun, 13 Jul 2025 19:30:42 GMThttp://michaelwells.ink/poet-notes/the-lay-of-the-land
Parched & cracked
a quilt pattern
desolate earth

Snaking through
the barren dusted crust 
riparian vegetation 
clinging to the side
of a river  


Michael Allyn Wells © 2025

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<![CDATA[Joshua]]>Wed, 02 Jul 2025 17:09:16 GMThttp://michaelwells.ink/poet-notes/joshua
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Joshua  
branches in praise
simplistic 
in the heat of the moment

the moment of heat
in the lifetime of a moment
optimistic

vacating the intangible 
finding reality in the present

persistent determination
fighting off the climate threat
listening to the inner self

intuitive 
obstinate 
​survivalist 




                                                           Michael Allyn Wells  © 2025                    #JoshuaTree  #poem
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<![CDATA[Feeling Isolation]]>Wed, 25 Jun 2025 15:07:06 GMThttp://michaelwells.ink/poet-notes/feeling-isolationSome days, the isolation of writing can be nice and leave me feeling content with what I am working on.  On other days, there may be an interplay between feeling alone with oneself and alone with the absence of ideas. I admit that it can get quite lonely.  I dislike these days. It is so odd that I can bask in solitude on one hand and feel starved of the need for human interaction. 

Today is one of those days that the feeling of being out of human connection is gnawing at my innermost being. It's an echo-chamber. It's the darkened embers of a fire that is in it's last minutes, when there is a bit of smoke that says more about what was than what is. It's quiet. There is a deep sense of finality. 





#isolation  #writing #solitude 
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<![CDATA[My Favorite - the Iris]]>Wed, 04 Jun 2025 17:32:23 GMThttp://michaelwells.ink/poet-notes/my-favorite-the-iris
Flamboyant they stand 
their plumage - six petals,

three standards
and three falls.

Iris is the Greek goddess
of the rainbow,
a link between heaven and earth--
showing variety of colors
quite striking & showey. 


Perennial bulbs they come
they bloom
they repeate 
come spring
pushing up through earth.





#Iris  
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<![CDATA[She Rides]]>Fri, 30 May 2025 19:54:32 GMThttp://michaelwells.ink/poet-notes/she-rides
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She rides beneath the radar
a touch of blue class
the underpinnings 
the verdent hangings
the trip to the unknown
a portal to the deep
a touch of nerves
a shutter of anxiety
the hope 
a journey into the unknown

 

#sherides #beneaththeradar 

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<![CDATA[Confession Tuesday Iris Edition]]>Tue, 29 Apr 2025 17:46:12 GMThttp://michaelwells.ink/poet-notes/confession-tuesday-iris-edition
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Confession Tuesday - 

Quick, follow me to the confessional...

Dear Reader: it has been 7 weeks since my last confession. 

A lot is going on and most of it is not pretty. Trump has been in office nearly a hundred days and I will characterize those days with 4 phrases:
1. Disaster 
2. Chaos everywhere
3. You broke it
4. It's okay, I wasn't planning on using my rights anyway

I could go into detail, but you  can surmise from the tone I'm thinking we could do without this. 

Oh, reader... I'm weary. This shit is exhausting. There are people out there that must be way more exhausted than I am. People who are fighting deportation, people losing money in investments, people who have had their jobs cut by that kind spirited Elon Musk. 

But let me look inward a bit.  I am making decisions and changes of order and even poems for a chapbook contest entry. I confess this is a milestone because I have been wanting to do this for some time. It is going to happen!  That is my final word on the subject. 

I bought some Iris bulbs to plant. I love Irises, they are perhaps my favorite flowers. My favorite are the deep purple and white ones. We had those at the house we used to own. I wish I had dug some of the bulbs to move here. The bulbs I got are an assortment of colors but there should be one or more of the purple ones. I must confess they make me happy seeing them, almost instantly even when I am down.  

I finished a workshop last night taught by Melissa Studdard. It was especially good, but I confess way too short.

My friend Marianne brightened my day earlier this month with a envelope she mailed me with a bit of swag from AWP LA - 25. I did the virtual event this year and I confess it is just never quite right without the swag, so her mail was a delightful occurrence. 

I have been trying to read a couple books at the same time. This is not a new thing for me as I often have several going at the same time. I confess these two I am finding difficult to settle into. I'm on the verge of quitting one or both and moving on. 

That's it for me right now.  Until next time - be safe and write. 
PS. Read too 




#ConfessionTuesday  #AWPswag #poetryshop 
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<![CDATA[In It's Quietude]]>Tue, 08 Apr 2025 17:48:47 GMThttp://michaelwells.ink/poet-notes/in-its-quietude
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Stretched out arms and fingers
feebly reaching  
roots probing
for the last vestages 
of any dampness

To quinch a dying thirst 
deep in the gutteral groans
underground  -- we do not hear them
but they exist
just as death is real 
even it's quietude





#quietude #poem                                                      Michael Allyn Wells © 2025
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