Poem #30 The hour/day/month winding down slowly spring having sprung now all that remains is love and memories
Month: April 2016
Poetry Month Day 29
Poem #29 Reading and Writing are HARD WORK. But thinking, and dreaming, and storytelling, and listening? As natural as breathing. The connection connecting work-to-play is audience.
Poetry Month Day 28
Poem # 29 The end of the month is almost here and still I am trying to remember … April showers. Lilacs and lilies; roses and raspberries; apples and blackberries… the flowers are already here!
Poetry Month Day 27
Poem #27 A long day in third grade beats any day dealing with politicians. The exhaustion of a day coping with the extreme problems of a nine year old is worth every moment when the light shines from the child’s eyes again.
Poetry Month Day 26
Poem #26 The day that the salmon berries laugh with the trailing blackberry, on that day I know Brigid has entered the grove. The day that the lilacs and the viburnum drop petals near the pond, on that day I know Brigid has entered the grove. The day that the sword ferns and the licorice […]
Poetry Month Day 25
Poem #25 If I should die before I wake I trust the universe to make sound disposition of my remains upon which humanity has no claim I will go on in other form though neither hot nor cold nor warm this atom gives power without fail, this molecule the core of a snail shell; the […]
Poetry Month Day 24
Poem #24 My immigrant ancestors Emigrating from Immigrating to What? Fear, poverty, loss Hope, prosperity, opportunity Coming From and Going To Where? The homeland, parents-cousins-siblings-lovers The new land, strangers-all With- or without- spouses/children/family Why? Restlessness, Need Religion, Politics Romance, Curiosity When? The lure of newly-available (1600s) The call of freedom (1700s) The marketing of industry […]
Poetry Month Days 21, 22 and 23
Poem # 21 Thursdays are often difficult to start, not-quite-ended, the week drags on morning dark and skies dreary by noon the mood lightens as if to say: see, the week is nearly gone and you have only one day left by night the dark returns Poem # 22 Tanka: poem to show the links […]
Poetry Month Day 20
Poem #20 Thunder, or not, the children still have to learn the lessons still need to be taught but right now on the playground the sun is beckoning and Simon Says recess.
Poetry Month Day 19
Poem # 19 All caught up the decision now is not what to write but whether and how and how long… A poem is only as good as the kernel it builds upon.