Intent to impress folding under to shame, I begin my walking, My purse in tow, the shiny vehicle slows. No. Not the boss. I am thankful with verbiage Humiliated, I am Riding with a suit that costs more than my car
https://www.pexels.com/photo/low-light-photography-of-books-1301585/ National Poetry Month was inaugurated by the Academy of American Poets in 1996. Over the years, it has become the largest literary celebration in the world with schools, publishers, libraries, booksellers, and poets celebrating poetry’s vital place in our culture. https://www.poets.org/national-poetry-month/home Dusting off the old blog... Late in February I made two decisions. First, … Continue reading National Poetry Month
Barney Rubble shouldn’t be touching little girls. Even at 5 years old I knew that was “icky” and just plain wrong. That minuscule little voice that spoke to me from somewhere between my head and my chest, said to get away from this icky man and his fat fingers, his gaping, stupid smile. (Trigger warning, this … Continue reading A poetic response to sexual abuse: Every parent MUST read this.
The Calf Song From the backside of a smileI rise, discontented. Inside my eyelids a dream sleepsbetween measureskeeping the beat,each a credulous mark upon my heart song. The calf lies waiting,wobbly legs unableto bear its load upon its hoof and foot. It stands, behind my eyesrising in ignorant content. It cannot sing my songor read … Continue reading The Calf Song — a poem
It's not every day that a poem this close to my heart is chosen to be featured in a literary magazine. I almost NEVER write poetry about my children. How could I do justice to them by my meager words...no matter what I write, it could never do justice my love for them. But this … Continue reading Poem Chosen for Feature in Vita Brevis Literary Magazine!
I am so honored that one of my poems was chosen for publication by Vita Brevis Magazine. Another was also chosen and will be featured next week. https://vitabrevisliterature.com/poems/poet-christina-ward/ Stop by and check it out! Thank you Vita brevis Magazine 🙂
Sorrow Skipping stone bouncing across your surfaceA tearing pain no one can seeYou scream out toward the distanceStretching out from between your knees Why can’t anyone hear the baby crying?Standing red-faced, hands over railKnuckles gone white from grippingOne long, steep unending wail She wasn’t there the night beforeOut tramping through the woods aloneShe can’t hear … Continue reading Sorrow, A Poem of Mystery that will leave you wanting more…
If you've never gotten up in the morning to feed the chickens, it is quite an experience. This time of the year (very early spring) I check every morning for a fluffed hen who's claimed a pile of eggs and has decided to be a mommy. Last Spring we welcomed Junebug, a sweet bantam cochin … Continue reading Chickens are A Great Way to Celebrate Morning, a Poem about mine…
Oh, we have all been there. That place where brokenness, a roadblock, lies firmly between us and the we that we know we will eventually be, if it weren't for the mess that we are. We stare into the mirror, not recognizing the tear-streaked skin, the dark circles under our eyes, the fact that breathing … Continue reading Broken, A Poem for The Broken-Hearted
So, I am NO expert at Paint. In fact, I barely know how to OPEN Paint. Therefore, this little creation is somewhat of a miracle, and I shall go and celebrate myself... Oh, by the way....that's a new poem (Evolution) and I hope you like it.