Poem-a-day in April! This little book next to me This cast-off tome With it's curled Yellow pages Rough along the edges, Begs me to Pick it up. To hold it, To cradle it, To flip through the pages. The soft sound of pages turning, And it Smells like my childhood Not quite dusty But rich … Continue reading This Little Book
Poetry
Fierce Kitty: A Poem
Poem 2 for a Poem a day in April! A spring rain Falls suddenly, Swiftly. Kitty and I are drenched. We seek a warm corner, I with tea And kitty Wary for danger. My fierce kitty Chases her tail. She sees it Out of the corner Of her eye. She watches. And waits. Such a patient kitty. So so slowly, And carefully, Articulating each movement, She prepares to POUNCE! For … Continue reading Fierce Kitty: A Poem
A Poem a Day, a Day too Late
I VOWED I was going to write a poem absolutely ever day in April! I did it last year and had so much fun! Of course yesterday slipped by and I forgot. The upside is, I *did* remember today.... So... here you go, a Poem A Day, A Day Late. It is the simple … Continue reading A Poem a Day, a Day too Late
Partly Paisley
I saw this prompt and it made me think of my mother. It was the sixties and she was dressed to go to a party and as I watched her get ready, I thought she was so beautiful. I am little And the world is Full of Wonder. Wonder like a Velvet Jacket, Partly Paisley. A crepe skirt Floaty and airy. I run … Continue reading Partly Paisley
Teacups, A Poem
Home sick today, with an extremely bad cold, I have been drinking copious amounts of coffee and tea (and water, yes I know it is good for me!). With Kleenex in hand, and in my pajamas, I immersed myself in writing and I came across one of the *very first* blog posts I wrote called … Continue reading Teacups, A Poem
Silver Tide
Last night the Blood moon, a luminous red marble, stunning and simple. Today a quiet house, a break in the rain and opportunity to write a bit, and even though my "to do" list is longer than I can possibly accomplish, I take a break and spend time drinking coffee and staring out the window, … Continue reading Silver Tide
Between Clover and Dampened Earth
The Farmer's Field Today I walk With my lover, My footstep light, Careful Against the dewy ground, His steps Strong. Steady. Morning mist, Ethereal, Magical, Curls around us, Secretive. Dreamy. And it is only He and I, There in the fog. We walk without words, Our footsteps Our breath Make soft sounds, Yet the … Continue reading Between Clover and Dampened Earth
Second Chances
It has been FOREVER since I posted... Life has been busy - between travel, moving and holidays, it is hard to get the time to write - Such a contrast to my sleepy summer schedule. So I have been listening to The Moth Radio Hour pod-cast (NPR). I recommend it for all writers! It is … Continue reading Second Chances
Slated for the Shadows
If I lay my hand Flat against the surface, Palm down fingers dipping in the salty wetness, I can almost feel her moving. And if I hold my face to the wind I can almost feel the wisp, the whiff, her breath Against my cheek, tiny droplets fine and silky. I can hear her breathe, See her … Continue reading Slated for the Shadows
For My Sister
It is strange how grief will sneak in and get you. Someone sent me a picture of the four us when we little, little kids. Playing and jovial. Big smiles and happy faces. And there she was, and I just was stunned by her memory. Memories burbled quickly to the surface. She has been gone … Continue reading For My Sister
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