This was a project I did basically during the pandemic. I started writing a poem a day. Once ‘real life’ started again it got harder to write everyday, which is interesting.
to write awake
what dark missives lurk beneath
what truth longs to be unsheathed
how much courage will it take
to stop, to listen, to write awake
words are words
words are words
some have dots
words are words
i love them lots
here, a small place
read some words
find some space
for me, be heard
let your mind
roam across
something different
something lost?
imagination, kept well oiled
stop the heart from feeling spoiled
pause
Hi Friends,
I have been writing a poem every day since August 18, 2020.
That is a long time.
And…it is time for a break.
I’m going to take the summer off to see what happens.
Before I go, I want to really truly deeply thank you for reading.
I know lots of times it wasn’t much but some words on a page
and a bad rhyme or two…
but we did meet some fun characters along the way!
I’m not sure what’s next but for now… pressing pause.
Kim
let joy abound!
these past few days
the words were done
I sat to write
but could find none
three days off
that is alot
the most in years
my streak was hot
now gone cold
I start anew
find clear paths
put on fresh shoes
where I walk
I have no clue
hold out hope
for a word zoo
remember that
this should be fun
make me laugh
not weigh a ton
I want, I hope
to improve
can’t do that
without this groove
so here I am
more silly words
join the crazy
chirping birds
yell real loud
dance around
you’ve got this day
let joy abound!
a flexible heart
the warmth of kindness
softens a hard heart
a flexible heart
may find a way to open
ode to the sticky
ode to the sticky
moist dense and hot
how much more water
does this air got??
one week ago
the fog and the mist
not sure I love
this dramatic plot twist
how 'bout a breeze?
just a little cool wind?
of course, when the cold comes
I’ll be whining again!! 😩
change will come
first too cold
then too hot
rain and grey
then it’s not
change will come
you can decide
to embrace
or run and hide
Matilda and Meadow are growing up
Matilda and Meadow are growing up
even old Mustard — no longer a pup
Milton — a father so very proud
something he often voices out loud
this fine family — do we keep on exploring?
or is it all starting to be a bit boring?
I think for now we will leave them behind
we can all come back later and see what we find
Matilda and Meadow found a small nest
Matilda and Meadow found a small nest
it held 3 blue eggs, it was the best
they looked every day but they did not disturb
their tending of that nest was right and superb
one day the eggs hatched and they watched from afar
as the mom robin fed her small chicks like a star
then one day they went out to look once again
the empty nest now held memories of what once had been
Matilda and Meadow have a picnic
Matilda and Meadow most like the sun
it finally came out so they planned for some fun
they told their father and Mustard the dog
we are having a picnic down by the three logs
we will make sandwiches that you love best
father, make sure you put Mustard in his finest wool vest
that afternoon, they all trotted down
to the stream, sat on logs, and none wore a frown
Matilda and Meadow Bake Bread
Matilda and Meadow love to bake bread
their famous dark rye loaf — big as a head
they stir and they knead and they wait long enough
the toast is quite perfect, crunchy not tough
their father spreads butter and raspberry jam
the girls prefer cheese and thick cuts of ham
on cold winter days the oven helps heat
the family keeps warm and they laugh while they eat
Matilda and Meadow and Mustard
Matilda and Meadow love dogs more than cats
their dog is named Mustard and they make him wear hats
he used to get dressed up like a small doll
he didn’t much like that, no, not at all
the three go for long walks through fields, along streams
the picture created comes right from a dream
exploring the country with joy and with wonder
running fast home at the first sound of thunder
these three are the very most best kind of friends
the adventures and laughing and fun stuff don’t end
Matilda and Meadow cry
Matilda and Meadow cry when it rains
their father does not have to make them explain
the clouds streamed out buckets the day their mom died
the girls joined in and they cried and they cried
on days when its sunny the girls smile wide
their father expands as he fills up with pride
this family connects to the truth of the past
and stays in the present, knows weather won’t last
Matilda and Meadow
Matilda and Meadow, sisters and friends
know how the other’s statements will end
live on a farm with their dad and some cows
know how to milk, harvest, and plow
Matilda has short hair, Meadow’s hair flows
know how to sew and mend all their clothes
a life filled with joy, love and some sorrow
can’t wait to explore more, but that comes tomorrow
bird song rings
rain beats down
thunder crashes
soil swells
lightning flashes
wind blows hard
clouds roll on
bird song rings
spring blooms, life dawns
you fine dancer
twist and turn and spin around
go so fast you might fall down
stop and see the world a blur
celebrate! you fine dancer!
sometimes melt
memories seem like snapshots
stored and stacked in the mind
but maybe they are more like spun sugar
stretched and gathered
sometimes melt before you can find
lead to collapse
the cold shoulder
the subtle brush-off
an overt dismissal
a turn and a cough
all of these signals
used lightly perhaps
create confusion
lead to collapse
I so much prefer
the warmth of a hug
the flash of a smile
no trace of the smug
a gift we can give
to one and to all
drop our defenses
trust we won’t fall