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 …

Closed (a poem by Kelly Belmonte)

Crosses behind closed doors, cross-legged and closed off, clothes ash-flecked and indifferent - they think she’s sad, but she’s just laced up and alone – waiting for no one, for time to open up, for doors to open up, time to unshoe, breathe out cloudy dreams ***** But if she smiled the world would light …

Summer snapshots

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 - …

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 …

NaHaiWriMo

It's National Haiku Writing Month, aka NaHaiWriMo, in which participants write a haiku a day. So yeah... of course, I'm in! So much fun, and so many fine poets participating. Join in or follow along! Here are my first seven days, most of which were based on the prompts provided here. Day 1 One more …

Time after time

There's a pattern to these soft summer days, recognizable in reflection. We hike mountains, look out over valleys, try new recipes, visit family, swim lakes and oceans, read mysteries and poetry, and explore the mystery within poetry. Then August arrives, that  long-expected but somehow still unanticipated guest, and we gasp, "Where has the time gone?" …