Time with friends, creating poetry, is a special time
Hot brown liquidScorched pie holeThin flesh rollsTongue prises, pushesSwallow the cellophane filmDown to acidCells to bloodBlood to heartHeart to open armReaching for the coffee pot #Tuesdaymorning #realife #remindertobehuman
“Poetry is a creative outlet. It allows words to tumble, even fumble to a timed sequence, or no sequence at all. Most of my poetry is about daily occurrences that I relish and want to share. It is a way to honor a person, place, or natural gift that is around me or in myContinue reading “What Poetry Means To Me:”
Strength and resilience fortifies this little guy. It should fortify us all during these difficult times. March will come in like a lamb–why can’t February?
Hot brown liquidScorched pie holeThin flesh rollsTongue prises, pushesSwallow the cellophane filmDown to acidCells to bloodBlood to heartHeart to open armReaching for the coffee pot #poetry #amwriting #wednesdayvibe #prose #cupojoe
Digest the fact we are here to thrive Head down, following rules, hearts, minds We bob and weave to fill days Make contacts along ways Reveal some secrets Keep some others Be true friends Listen Play #nonet #poetry #mondayvibe #morningmood #goodnessonearth #summeriscoming
I owned Artisan’s Shoppe in rural PA where over one hundred local artists showcased their works. This is one of my many favorites by Dave Rasel.
Lost in our own worlds Hard to stay focused on the task at hand But the reward of staying with it Is eager to become soothing and grand #poetry #amwriting #tgif #longweekend #mlk
Buried in an icy chrysalis My soul urges my spirit to take a resounding leap With a mighty current, I will my arms to rise like electric wings The tensile strength so great it surges and Climbs through fingers that cling to the mossy edge With sheer might and beaconing light I pull my emaciatedContinue reading “Emanating Spring”
Are handwritten thank yous, or notes in general, a thing of the past? I just mailed my Christmas thank yous–late this year.