Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay Epiphany I can attach my entire existenceto the golden bleed of sunthrough the whisp-staccato edges of a cloud Such moments steal my breath. I can spiral into cornersand come out of them painting with words. I can feel the energyflowing from life breathing lifeparalleling, combining, releasing. Epiphany moments, what … Continue reading Epiphany– a free verse poem on the creative process
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Swallow Me Whole
a poem of Contemplation Image from Pixabay Beneath this earthso many souls. In this groundright where I stand,my bare-heeled ache on the grit;do they linger here? Do their solemn hazes pass me by as my breath drifts meone day to the next?Am I aware ofthat chill, that pressure in the airshifting, disturbing,a moaning whisper to myhuman ears?Does it shift me? I … Continue reading Swallow Me Whole
At Home Amongst These
a poem https://www.pexels.com/photo/nature-grass-mushrooms-amanita-33695/ The squishy-cool green beneath my feetmeandering before me, a path between trees.The bright arms of the sun reaching down,fingers of light, bringing growth to the ground. I can no longer get lost this way. I have come again. I wander againthrough the moss-strewn aislein gripping fear and anxiety-laden… I know they’ll be lost if I … Continue reading At Home Amongst These
The Waters Run Clean Through Me
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
On Dappling Pond
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
National Poetry Month Challenge — Poem # 3
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
National Poetry Month Challenge–Poem # 2 Lightning
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
National Poetry Month–Poem #1 “Safety Pin”
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
National Poetry Month
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
The Calf Song — a poem
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
