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Morning walk in June - She plucks up courage, a handful of daisies Happy summer squeals- Toes touch the Atlantic for the first time *** Happier still the Golden, smile flapping in the breeze of a passing car Listen for mother, baby robin - she calls from high above *** Downpour splashing through sunlight - …
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It’s a quiet, deep green, rain-misted first Saturday of summer. The cat finds his place on the rocker, circles the seat twice, then settles in for the afternoon. Ballgame is on tv in the other room. The boy reads a new novel from our library visit this morning, stretching his long pre-teen legs out from …
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 …
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 …
Catch the Rain Not every day is a day when each atom vibrates and all pores open to possibility: Those days are the days sulfur hangs heavy in a laser-etched horizon. Those are the days you must walk outside, arms stretched wide, palms up And catch the rain drop by hungry drop on your tongue. …
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 …
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
Today's NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a haibun. Surprisingly, given the number of haiku I've written over the years, this is a first for me: Empty Pockets A mile walk from the bagel shop to the tidal river, and all the walkers and their dogs are out on the first warm Saturday of spring. Everyone …
I had to take a few days' break from NaPoWriMo poetry writing in order to attend to life stuff - taxes, laundry, feeding the family, etc. I have no plans to go back and write to the prompts that I missed, but just start from this day and move on from here. I don't know …
The NaPoWriMo challenge today is "write a poem that stretches your comfort zone with line breaks." So I did... At the Poetry Reading They always ask Where do the ideas come from? As if I knew. As if ideas come from a zip code a petting zoo the tree house in the woods behind my …
