Come On In!

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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. 

From Gray to Baby

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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

The Poetry Marathon Prompt 3

Daily Canvas

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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

The Poetry Marathon Prompt 2

Write a poem that includes the phrase “precise wonder.”

Simply Sunday

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The Poetry Marathon
Prompt 1

Hand in Hand

Shadows danced along
the ground as we
walked hand in hand

A canopy of curved
branches and fluttering
leaves woven overhead

Our steps attempting to
catch tiny moments
of light dancing
with the shadows

A give and take
not to be ignored
Like the give and take
between the two of us

Sisters, friends, not always
in agreement – Yet, willing
to walk hand in hand
under the canopy

Whether light
or shadow
leads our steps

Happy Anniversary!

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I started my blog eight years ago today! Wow! I’m grateful for this community-writers, thinkers, creatives, encouragers.

I am currently participating in a poetry marathon! Well, half-marathon. 😉 Writing a poem an hour for twelve hours!

More to come!

Thanks for stopping by! ❤️

Uncommon Aria

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I recognize her song,
though it often changes,
dependent on her journey.

Does she choose her own?
Or does it choose her?

Traversing through
a grove of Aspens, she
sings a melody
gentle and sweet.

Each glistening leaf
adding a note of color.

Coursing over rough rocks
on the shoreline, she
sings a melody bold
and courageous.

Each pulse of the current
increasing her resolve.

Each melody, each path is a journey
of awe and wonder paired with challenges.

Listen. What song does she sing for you today?

Simply Sunday

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Bird’s-Eye View

I see you perched
at the highest point
on the top of our roof

What do you see from up there?

I feel jealous of your current
position-The broader, all-
encompassing perspective

Does it lighten your load to see
further into the landscape?

Does it reaffirm that there is
light shining in the darkness?

I choose to believe your answer is Yes!

Pastoral Pink Petunias

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“Where flowers bloom so does hope.”
~ Lady Bird Johnson ~


Heads bowed, a quiet
Thank you! for protection
during the stormy night

Now, rain barely falls.
And they nod, barely aware.

Faces turned toward
the afternoon sun-
Their preference-maybe later

Solemn quiet allows space
for a prayerful song

Growing deep from within
where roots, long forgotten,
began to wake due to the

Slow seeping of evening
rain reaching the underground

A renewed purpose-Holding
strong, so the faces above
remember their origins

Reassurance that they will
again turn their faces to the sun

Knowing from their current
posture, future sunlit faces
will accompany grateful hearts

Simply Sunday

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Questions 

More and more questions
Many answered before
the realization that 
They even lived

What should I wear today?
What do I want for lunch? 
What time should we leave?

Questions that serve 
to move my feet 
through the physical

And then there are 
those questions that 
cause me to pause

Why do I smile when the trees speak to each other?
Why does the smell of sawdust remind me of Dad?
How is it a terrible storm leaves behind such peace?

Questions that simultaneously
freeze and thaw my heart
As I consider the answers

Answers that will undoubtedly 
change with age and experience
As long as I continue to ask