Sweet baby girl
Little sister
Already loved
Your big sister
is so excited
to meet you
“Around Christmas time, when it might snow!”
Somehow, I think
she knew about you
before anyone else
Big sisters have
been known to
be a bit bossy
Yes, this is a personal admission
But I have a feeling
the two of you
will be best friends
And the rest of us
will continue to watch,
to learn, and to love
Where would I wish to go?
And who might do the carrying?
If carried by a cloud,
wherever the wind blew-
Watching shadows float
across the landscape below
Not simply reclining, but
looking through binoculars
Searching the trees, flowers,
and people below in hopes
of greater understanding
If carried by a horse-
Sitting tall, laughing
As my hair flows behind me
Holding tight to the reins
Exploring places only
The horse knows how to find
Admiring hidden
landscapes, amazed.
I’d have so much to learn.
As with any trip,
It would eventually
come to an end
And I would free
fall, confident
You’d catch me
and carry me home
I hope you’ll listen to my recent conversation with Emerge-Magazine editor, Aubrey Green. We talked about blogging, writing, poetry, and life! It was an honor and so much fun!
Will I ever recognize its approach?
The way it works itself into
a regular day, so slowly.
By the time it was revealed,
The day had almost disappeared.
But it was not wasted.
True, it held an uncertain sadness.
Until I realized I was missing you.
Of course, grief would visit
the day before Father’s Day.
But sweet memories also arrived.
And grief quietly took its seat.
Allowing its counterpart, always
nearby, to offer comfort, hope, and joy.
Happy Father’s Day, Dads! Your job is more important than you know. I hope you feel celebrated and loved today!
In the heat of the day
Willow weeps
for the Moon
She knows sunlight
is a necessity, but
often, on hot summer
days, reaches an impasse
To wait patiently
expending only
necessary energy
Or wilt with frustration,
dying in the heat
that accompanies the light
But Willow, she manages
Remembering her
sweet exhale will soon
accompany the rising Moon
Remembering its glow
is the perfect reflection
of the Sun’s radiant light
Prompt 7 The Poetry Marathon
Please use at least 5 of the following words in your poem:
Bat
Impasse *
Moon *
Curio
Dumpling
Willow *
Satchel
Sweet *
Exhale *
Chip
It begins with only one-
Centered and steady
A series of tones, each
bleeding into the next
An open invitation
for others to join
A new timbre, mellow and
low, compliments the
original with its own-
The invitation grows
Others continue to join
Adding new registers,
patterns, and tones-
Each is beautiful on its own
But together-together
They create a harmony
that tugs at my heart
Its slow crescendo draws
My breath in before gently
releasing me in a slow exhale
A peace felt only in unity
Recognizing the true gift-
Each one of us, together
Prompt 6 Listen to the following song and write a poem. The Poetry Marathon
The water seems so far away
And I know the journey
will be slow-it always is
No matter how many years
I exit the cool, blue water
and trek onto the hot,
white sand, the time it
takes never changes
So goes the life of
a sea turtle
Oh, I’m not complaining
It’s a necessary trip
Ensuring the continuation
of my species
Besides, the view is magnificent
Continuously changing-
Light reflecting, colors shifting
Sand, water, sky, clouds
And me, grateful
my hatchlings will
experience this place-
The same view, but different
Walk up the driveway
under the carport
and knock on the door
No one uses the front door
Not anyone familiar
with the family, anyway
There is no entry way
But a warm, welcoming den
where you’re invited to sit
and have a cup of coffee
A small table with two chairs
sits near the kitchen
A guide to the narrow hall
filled with memories of
a life well-lived
Oh, I almost forgot
Back by the table and chairs
You passed the entrance
to the living room
Used mostly for overflow
and the occasional nap
Its picture windows let
in warm sunlight
A front porch and a back porch
provide quiet spots for
phone calls or just a moment
to relax and enjoy the surrounding nature
Stop by sometime!
You’re always welcome!
Prompt 4-Write a poem that moves through the rooms of a home you’ve lived in; it could be a childhood home, your current home, or even a vacation home.
Dashes, dots, light
Lines, spaces, patterns
Letters, numbers, sounds
All Building blocks for
endless foundations able
to reveal the unseen
Logic and reason may
not be our first thought
upon hearing a Symphony
Yet, they are present
in each phrase
We may not consider
the patterns of numbers
and letters needed to
fly an airplane
Yet, without them
We would never witness
the majestic layers of
a sunset above the clouds
Burnt orange
Bright yellow
Blues ranging
from gray to baby
I’m beginning
to understand
There are many things
I may never understand
Pink flowers smile as
I leave for work
Birds sing their morning songs
Trees offer a Good Morning
Stately or giggly, depending
on age, mood, and the weather
And then there are
those magnificent clouds
Sometimes they are accents
across the day’s canvas
Other times, they cover
the entire landscape
And me? The traveler
Sometimes weary
Always determined
to notice and wonder
A precise wonder,
thankful to be even the
smallest figure in the
painting that is today
Write a poem that includes the phrase “precise wonder.”
Piano Girl 