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.
I have started to edit some of these mostly the kids poetry. I think there might be enough here for a book. We shall see.
I make no claim that much of this is “good” poetry. But I do make the claim that I loved doing it and I learned something and some of it makes me cry.
a good poem
a good poem
a pond
plain beautiful words
floating
the moon
arranging light
perfectly
conjuring
this moment
my poems
want to run
in the sun
for some fun
get her done!
fling some mud
hear the thud
ain’t no dud!
a good poem
A box of wonder (4)
Should we close our box of wonder
Imagination dries asunder
I explore a different choice
Finding my own little voice
One that may sound like a kid
Opened my box, I’m glad I did
A box of wonder (3)
He closed his box of wonder
Wrapped it up real tight
His heart became a frozen lake
His mind fell dark as night
Both eyes dulled their twinkle
His voice carried a bite
Nothing ever pleased him now
No thing held any light
A life swollen with madness
A sorrow-filled black fright
But deep inside that box of his
Burned a thing so bright
Will he ever open it?
We can’t know…. he might…
A box of wonder (2)
I opened a box of wonder
found a note inside
the message — simply cryptic
two words — you decide
I don’t quite understand it
seems a mystery
maybe wonder is a thing
I can choose to see?
A box of wonder (1)
I put wonder in a box
It shriveled up and died
Turns out wonder’s not a thing
You tuck away and hide