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?
Tag: wonder
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 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.
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