I have been writing poetry since I was a child, and I am a firm believer that poetry is a great catalyst for self-discovery. It is my go-to emotional support object. I rely on poetry to gain insight and to solve problems. Poetry has never failed me. It is a steadfast friend.
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April Poem #17: What Might Have Been & What Will be
What might have been? So many possibilities. So many things to imagine -both good and bad. I'm grateful I am still here, still witnessing the blessings of this world. I want to take them all in with arms opened wide, with no fear and no regrets, or at least minimal fear and just a little regret. I'm okay with that.
April Poem #16: Wood Songs
And even though I know the woods, the hills, the coastline, the land often surprises me. There is always a gift to uncover. The woodland is where I find solitude, where my thoughts keep cadence with my footsteps, where I can go to unpuzzle the world and find peace.
April Poem #15: Being Present to Poetry
Today, I was tasked to write poem number 15. It could be an acrostic about a day of the week, or I could write about something in which I have absolutely have no interest. Really? Those are my choices?
April Poem #14 – Ready to Dance
I didn’t know I was going to write about shoes today when I woke up this morning. I didn’t know that thinking about a pair of unforgettable shoes would trigger such vivid memories. I surprised myself as the memories of my favorite shoes came flooding in...
April Poem #13: Memory of Spring
Observing the small birds like the juncos, chickadees, and sparrows, I wonder at their tenacity. Such small and fragile things, yet they weather winter snows, spring rainstorms, summer heat, and fierce fall winds. Where do they find their strength?
April Poem #12: Good News & Brighter Days
I am in the need of good news. I am thirsty for happy possibility. To keep myself afloat, I have made a conscious effort to turn towards hope.
April Poem # 11: A Place for Everything
I like to make messes, and I am not afraid to get dirty. I’m the one with paint on her shirt and broccoli in her hair. I rejoice in the mess. I always thought my messes were my imagination and creativity flowing out. However, there is another side of me.
April Poem #10: Love is Love
Today, my sixty-sixth birthday, I have been tasked to write about love. It is a good and solid subject. I know a thing or two about love. Or at least I think I do. I have poured out cups and cups of love to both the deserving and underserving. When love was new, I jumped … Continue reading April Poem #10: Love is Love
April Poem #9: The Souls of Birds
The birds return with their hope-filled songs. I think of them as angels returning to earth to share delight, to show us that one day soon we too will have wings.
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