Committed to write. To write poetry. Every Day. Every Day in April. Untitled I want to remember Have to remember My sister My beautiful sister The way she was When she was Young.
Author: bethlovesblue
#5
Because April is Poetry Month Apres Ski Getting off the mountain After a day of skiing After a day of fresh air And Frigid winds Winds that make Your eyes water Winds that make Your cheeks red Your hands Warm Wrapped around a cup A steaming cup A blanket pulled Pulled around and wrapped … Continue reading #5
Poem #4
I hope to churn out a poem a day... because it is April. Sunny, Snowy Morning There is something about The whiteness, Snow covered mountains Trees Shore That glows when The sun touches them That makes my breath Catch in my throat, The weight of it. Pulling down branches Dusting the tops like sugar Reflected … Continue reading Poem #4
Poem # 3
Because April is poetry month... A poem a day. (I do get that this is sappy, but it is what kept floating to the top of my mind, today for poem #3. I couldn't make it go away.) Weston Sloppy wet baby kisses Sticky hand on my cheek Wondering eyes, Wide and curious. Rosy Cheeks, … Continue reading Poem # 3
Poem # 2
Poem number two in my Poetry Month challenge. Second poem ever written.... here goes. Easter Brunch Today I sat with Those I love Radiant sun warmed us Food filled us Tears reminded us Laughter renewed us Today I sat With those I love
Poem # 1
April is poetry month. I am going to write and post one poem a day but first, I must explain. I. Do. Not. Write. Poetry! Toxic. I love to read poetry, and admire those that write it.... So here goes. An exercise in growth I hope, and those friends who ARE poets, critique is welcome. … Continue reading Poem # 1
Sunday Breakfast
Today I woke up to the smell of coffee and waffles. Lovely and familiar, bringing back memories of Sunday breakfasts over the years. Now that the kids are gone we don't really make big productions anymore, but Grace is here for a bit and Scott is making us a nice breakfast. I have so many … Continue reading Sunday Breakfast
Ireland, I Offer This Toast!
St. Patrick's Day is near, near enough to make me think of Ireland. Near enough to make me think of Ireland and family history. Ireland and Mark Hunt, an ancestor of my husbands who left his descendants a gift. A gift in the form of a journal from a childhood spent in Ireland. This gift, … Continue reading Ireland, I Offer This Toast!
Wonder. One More Small Thought About Anchorage
Anchorage feels anonymous and distant until a stranger, an older woman with large arms and soft skin hugs me, looks at me, really looks at me like she knows me, and tells me I look just like my mom. Suddenly, I am home again.
Family Video
Waayyyy back in the day, in about tenth or eleventh grade, I was at my friend Martha's house. She was going to drive me home and her mom handed her this small, black rectangular box and asked her to "return it," on her way. I was curious. It was a video, she explained, you put … Continue reading Family Video
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