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?
Category: mindfulness
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.
April Poem # 8 – Blessed April
April is a moody child. I understand. I was born in April. Even though she storms and rages, I am drawn to her springtime glory. I am in awe of blessed April.
April Poems #3: Make Your Presence Known
The rain says, "It's okay to go no where. You can stop being busy. You can read, write a poem, lay in bed with your head under the pillows. It is perfectly fine to rest. In fact, I demand that you rest!" And so I listen to the rain.
April Poetry #2 – Vernality
I am a word lover. I am intrigued by meaning and morphology. I love to ponder where words have been and what I can possibly sculpt them into. Can I take an old word and use it in a new way?
Word Dancer: Literature, the Arts, & Education 