The prompt for today’s NaPoWriMo is based on a Tweet by Rachel McKibbens . Today I choose authenticity / revelation / no more clouded thoughts the bright, burning begins with a churning yearning THIS is the goal: to celebrate what is / not what is not / a double negative turns doubly positive a small […]
Category: poetry
April 6: Possible, a day late…
The writing prompt for today asks poets to consider that which could be, IF…    As models, I looked at the suggested poems:  [Poem abut Naomi; Unsent] by Rachel Mennies and Daayan at Gold Streak River by Raena Shirali. That which is possible, / envisioned or ennobled / by hunches, intuition, wishes and guesses Revealed in the light after research / study of the facts / creating and manifesting in somnolence as […]
Poetry Month 2019
I was on vacation, then under the weather since the first. So, my first post this month will have [drumroll] FIVE poems! This year, I have chosen to use the prompts from NaPoWriMo. You can also sign up to participate! April 1: How to own a pet (or a child)Â Â Inspired by How to Make a […]
Prophesies
Dark times, dark of intellect, dark of hope, dark of prosperity, dark of joy, dark of freedom, dark of life. Current events. Cautionary tales a half century old (and more), based on suppositions and “if this, then that,” Toffler may have been right, Roddenberry designed it… the ancient hermits in the desert railed against it. […]
Missing month… catching up
This is the first year in a long time that I didn’t participate in NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month). I was working with poetry, reading and writing it nearly daily, but didn’t have the energy to even sign up at NaPoWriMo. So here are a couple of poems I wrote during that time. Song of […]
Of life and learning
so much depends on the breath of a butterfly the wings of the hummingbird or the termites ready to mate they shift the skies tossing tree limbs into the heavens like graduation caps making craters in the earth as they land unlooked-for and unbidden deep gouges in the soil furrows for tomorrow’s seeds
I am
young in jovian years but four and a half in celestial years not-yet old by mercurial reckoning now pushing twohundred-sixteen Sweet sixteen around the corner peers old age staring back Traveling through time is no trick; existing though… Existence for longer than an eyeblink That’s the neat trick.
NaPoWriMo Thirtieth Post
A day late? No dollars are short, long, or to be seen When the sun is shining it is better to be outside with your hands deep in the soil than to be inside with your head in a book. Spring has finally arrived. more NaPoWriMo
NaPoWriMo Twenty-ninth Post
The penultimate day promised clear but delivered gray and lingering cold from a week of toil I wash and fold the laundry piles shrink and my pen on paper applies the ink rendering thoughts unworthy of publication More NaPoWriMo
NaPoWriMo Twenty-eighth Post
The rain gently washing the new-bought gravel ready for the paths and the patios gray as clouds and varied as the blooms on springtime trees. The rain, gently falling anoints the geriatric maples the fecund lilacs and all the ornamental filigree. The rain, again and again first rainbow then shadow and shade with golden edges. […]