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.
Tag: Reflection
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 #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 #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 # 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 Poem #7: Puddle-Wonderful
Rainy days are puddle days for me. Days to stop and ponder my imagination. Wouldn't it be grand to jump in and slide into another world like Alice through the looking glass?
April Poem #5: April Four Square
Yesterday afternoon, as I was talking to a colleague, we glanced out my office window to both be surprised by a party of blue jays sitting in a budding magnolia tree. They were close enough to touch. I wanted to keep them there. Keep them in my memory. What better way to do that than to write a poem. April offers so many gifts, if you are present to see them.
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?
April Poetry #1: April Remembers
This month, I am going to try my hand at writing poetry every day. April is my birth month so it's perfect that it is also National Poetry Month. For as long as I can remember, I have been writing poetry.
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