It has been harder than I imagined writing a poem a day! I thought I would have more time to read poetry to get inspired to write poetry.  I thought, "They are short, you can whip one out easily!" But no.  Ideas are hard, my creativity depleted. All that said, it has been a stretching, … Continue reading Poem # 14

A poem a day in April - yet, here it is.  Friday.  Friday the 13th even.  And I am not inspired, not a glimmer of an idea.  So I look out the window and reflect on what I see.   The rain runs down my window It is dark and Gusty, wet. Cold. My coffee … Continue reading Poem # 13

Poetry month!!   Tonight I sat With my hands in my lap In a crowded room, Shoulder to shoulder Densely hot. And the power Swelling Was palpable. Measurable. Vibrating. Meant to Disrupt. Putting faith Where faith is Deserved, In this Band of Brothers. So yes, I will sit In a stuffy room, And clap for … Continue reading Poem #12

April is Poetry Month! (Just a side note, an amazement to me.... When I post to the daily prompt, I always write FIRST then see what the prompt is.  I then return to my writing and figure out a way to make it work.  Today I had ALREADY used the prompt in my writing.) The … Continue reading Poem #11

April Poetry... Often I wonder And angst, I guess About how the Smallest Things could have Made the biggest Difference. One moment. One luminescent Moment. To have gone through the OTHER door.

A poem a day in April to celebrate Poetry month.   The rain returned Misty and drizzly Clouds heavy Gray Lying low in Valley and Foot hills. The rain returned Now I must Don my Raincoat, And rush to work.  

A poem a day in April, about oranges which are known to thwart illness. The scent of oranges Invited me To touch their glossy Skin Surprisingly soft, Supple I picked one up The fruit yielded gently, Loose in it's peel. Drops of water Beaded and shining On that smooth and Supple skin. Leaves Contrasting A … Continue reading Poem #8

A poem a day in April. And because of Spring  inchoate. (New word for my vocab!) Because Because I woke to the sun Streaming in the window In this rainy Little town After a dark and Dreary cold and Weary winter, I put on music Opened the window, Let the sun And the spring air … Continue reading Poem #7

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.

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