Tag Archives: Poetry

We

(The following essay is a guest post written by my father, poet Rowell S. Hoff, expanding on a theme from a poem he wrote a few years ago.  I have included the poem at the end. -Geoff Hoff) We The English pronoun we is difficult. Of course it is not difficult when it refers to [...]

O for a Muse of Fire

O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!  - William Shakespeare, Henry V, Prologue If I have a muse, she seems to have fallen asleep. I wish her good dreams. That she can convey [...]

I Am Orange

(©2008 – do not reproduce in any form without express permission from the author.) I am the color of a summer buttercup held up to the chin It glows, do you like butter? Of the center of an egg Not a store egg, flat and pale but farm fresh, straight from the chicken firm and [...]

Haiku

One two three four five He thinks he’s written a poem Instead, it’s just words _______________________________ Geoff Hoff is co-author of the best selling satirical novel Weeping Willow: Welcome to River Bend