a poem about the North Carolina Mountains https://www.pexels.com/photo/bench-cascade-creek-environment-355321/ Deep in the North Carolina wood nestled between steep mountainous rises, a gorge, through which run waters, crisp and cool and clean. A bench waits there for my soul. The waters run clear, cross rock and moss, with dribbling sounds and meandering thoughts of the distant seas. The canopy hangs over. Shady oasis of … Continue reading The Waters Run Clean Through Me
a poem of life https://unsplash.com/photos/pF_2lrjWiJE Fruit trees drop them one, two, three…we twist some free.Flesh-juice skinned; we wipe the sugarydribble from our chins. Time melts flesh from the fallen in weathered decay,seed to earth to green in the floweringseasonal swing of thingslife continues still. Pine trees drop them one, two three…serotinous and resin-rich, pregnant with … Continue reading Seed to Earth–an Environmental Poem
a poem for my son to read at the funeral https://www.pexels.com/photo/trees-in-park-257360/ You might want to read this first In the Spring, God brings forth life Cottonwood drifts by on the wind. We water our gardens with tears for we have lost a dear friend. Her kindness grew like tulipsProud and colorful and tallHer compassion, a … Continue reading Cottonwood Wings
a poem about the beautiful Mandarin duck and the not-so-beautiful Muscovy duck Mandarin duck, Pexels.com On Dappling Pond White, crisp half-moon, the blue crested melt to ruddy hind swoop. Tawny wings tucked under, belted by royal blue. Sleek chest, brazen blue as ocean-deep. Neck ringed in maple majesty lace. … Continue reading On Dappling Pond
Here's how! Photo courtesy; Suzy Hazelwood, Pexels.com Hiya Fiddleheads! photo courtesy; Fabien Burgue, Pexels.com (That's what I call my writer friends these days--out there nurturing your dreams and rising in the sun!) If you are interested in promoting your poetry, your articles, your photography, then this is the post for you. Where have I been … Continue reading Medium is a Great Way to get Your Poetry Noticed
Your gifts, YOU BEAUTIFUL FIDDLEHEAD YOU, are meant to be shared with the world. So RISE, unfurl, stand in the sun,, and share your creative spirit with those around you and BE YOUR TRUEST SELF!
To Creator of the worm of the earth, the soil and sky for all races and tongues, for all things that fly for all genders and generations, for mother earth for every living thing to have in Him a New Birth.
20 Years ago today was the worst day of my life https://www.pexels.com/photo/adult-black-and-white-body-dark-271418/ Twenty years ago today was the worst day of my life. Three days later as I stood in church with my children I remember very clearly a few things: My throat was damaged from being choked and I could not sing the hymns. … Continue reading Domestic Abuse on a Good Friday
Old man Shoes I wrote this poem as a response to Intimately Intricate (on Medium)'s April Prompt: New Dawn. The poem was chosen for publication here: Intimately Intricate April Prompt New Dawn As is true of many poetry prompts, my poem will often take me into uncharted waters...in this poem I wrote from the perspective … Continue reading National Poetry Month Challenge — Poem # 3
Challenge: Write 10 poems this month to celebrate National Poetry Month. https://www.pexels.com/photo/island-during-golden-hour-and-upcoming-storm-1118873/ Lightning You were the cold air to my warm. Every time I tried to rise you crystalized dropped me down one terrifying electrical pulse after another. I charged and fell to the ground. The air outside is electric. I am drawn, mystified, bursts … Continue reading National Poetry Month Challenge–Poem # 2 Lightning