To the brother I never had Known him the longest, this Chemung lad My bike would shake and it lost me With a shove, then a push, he taught me Named me “Moose” which I hated All the years later, I’m secretly elated “Wipe your nose–Be stronger–Push through” He, the entrepreneur Me, having no clueContinue reading “Happy birthday, ole man”
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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”
Video game with no players
We all have trepidation when entering a public space/store. Masks fogging glasses–driving gloves touching surfaces–sanitize, wipe, hold breath, repeat.
What Poetry Means To Me:
Originally posted on RiteWit:
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…
Close your eyes, cherish Watch your given time unfold Start with daybreak, pray Give thanks for it showing up The alternative is dark #TankaThursday #poetry #peaceful #morningmood #amwriting
Please make room A crook in my arm, a kink in my height Stunted and crowded, I live on the forest floor I yearn for the sunlight to touch my face I reach up high in my sky, or as high as I can go before Hitting the ledge of a taller brother Rain drenchedContinue reading “#prompt #sappling”
Couples together Spying on Mother Nature Watch winter’s Utah Strong, vast, high elevation Many other treasures there #tanka #poetry #utah #eden #skicountry #moose #winter #amwriting #photography #mothernature ~by Wendy Reber
Are handwritten thank yous, or notes in general, a thing of the past? I just mailed my Christmas thank yous–late this year.
Our world has more and more dire concerns. Let’s be mindful to do our parts–be them small or large, it all counts. But it must count now.