Frozen in Time

Happy December, everyone! Realizing I've been absent for quite some time, I thought I would catch up a bit with various bits and bobs of scribbled lines from the past few weeks, starting with this one to accompany my featured image: Rippled puddle frozen in time You know how you sometimes just see things, like …

Wish List (a poem by Kelly Belmonte)

WISH LIST Never wrote to Santa – never had to. I had my mom, and the Sears Wish Book fat and jolly and flipped flat open to toys and dolls, bicycles and skate boards. Mom never had to ask what I wanted – bent back corners made it clear along with penned arrows and asterisks. …

Slow me down

This last week marked the end of a busy school year for me (I work at a school) and my son (now officially entering 7th grade). Time flies. And so do we, from day to year, from task to chore to distraction and, occasionally, to dreams. It is no coincidence I chose this poem, "Slow …

Tent Poles

My extended in-laws buried two of their own on Saturday. Two different towns, two different groups of friends, family, colleagues, neighbors – similar sharing, binding, parting. The second gathering was graveside. I stood under a tent on the side of a hill filled with the remains of other people’s families, the light rain keeping time …

NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 18

A day late, today's poem is from yesterday's NaPoWriMo prompt. My starting poem is Jane Kenyon's Song (which begins, "An oriole sings from the hedge..."). Simple Pleasures Those hidden drops, forgotten seeds, fragile flower-filled absences that hill, valley, stream cannot contain: The simple pleasure of the long familiar. So lucky to be not forgotten but …

NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 16

Play Spring wiffle ball: snap of the bat, shy whistle, just missing the catch... jubilant cheers on breath-clouds, sliding home through slush. ***** Photo by Robert Collins on Unsplash

More NaHaiWriMo…

More NaHaiWriMo fun, my friends! Thanks for playing along, Rob! Who else wants to join in? Here are my latest from Day 8 to now, all of which were based on the prompts provided here: Day 8 Evening sky - Playing with God’s paintbox Day 9 Remember when we walked into the Atlantic up to our knees? Day …