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.
between us
the thread between us
whispers
remember
our hearts are woven together
for love and rest and solace
a light
Is fear like an anchor, holding you down
Is it like a dark room, cold and lonely
Like a veil that surrounds you
A nightmare that lingers
Black shadows
Stickiness
Today
I wish for you
The warm sun of day
Streaming in, clearing your vision
You find a key, unlock bright possibilities
Move into the world clean and full of courage
a middle way
a world full of distraction
so much out there to see
as I wade through these rivers so wide
I risk a losing of me
what if instead I peer inside
to the smaller, quieter things
explore the landscapes of my own mind
what inner adventures might bring?
the way feels more in the middle
a place where focus will turn
as the shore meets the sea and the roots and the tree
we need both inner and outer to learn
spring to cleaning
messy
dusty, grime
hanging, covering, coating
daring me to attack
spraying, wiping, sweeping
shiny, bright
clean
morning to night
morning
reliable, sweet
promising, beckoning, unfurling
quietly bending to the inevitable
covering, eclipsing, blanketing
heavy, dark
night
Playing here with a poetry form called diamante. I broke the rules a bit but oh well….
Too Early
I woke up too early
My mind would not shut up
I woke up too early
I made myself 4 cups!
I woke up too early
This day will be so long
I woke up too early
I hope I can stay strong
I woke up too early
No time to take a nap
I woke up too early
Sleep tonight will be a snap!
A silly one for a Friday. Hope you all got plenty of sleep last night 😊 and have a wonderful weekend. Thank you, as always and forever, for being here. ❤️
the weight of outside
beautiful ideas arise
as wisps of promise and possibility
before they become
broken
twisted and bent
under the weight
of the outside
if you opened your arms
if you opened your arms
to give everyone here
a giant hug
would you be able to hold
all of the love
that would pour in?
your people
they are your people
how do you know?
a time will come
when life lays you low
and would you call them?
and would they care?
and would they listen?
and would you bare?
go find your people
no matter the risk
make sure you tell them
that they made the list
we need each other
of this I am sure
together might be
a right and true cure
yes, spring
the whole world turns green
with pops of bright white
the air smells like bubble gum
the breeze blows just right
yes, this is normal
the rhythm of spring
nothing contains
the joy that it brings
this year feels different
all shines, more alive
yes, much has changed
new hope, we can thrive
I forgot my poem!
It finally happened!
I can not believe!
I forgot my poem!!
Oh my! Geez!
It feels like summer...
and I wanted to play!
I forgot my poem!!
The day got away!
I feel so bad!
I had a streak!
I forgot my poem!!
But all is not bleak...
It is later than normal...
...almost 1 hour...but
I remembered my poem!
I hope you’re not sour!
Here I am now
My self I do scold... but
I remembered my poem!
My streak, it will hold!!
found (1)
confusing growth
tumbled
as a young seed long inside
not knowing
waiting
realizing
we are prepared
to become larger
Playing a bit with ‘found poetry’ - this was constructed based on finding words in an essay by Alice Walker, in Living by the Word: Essays. Thanks to Robyn and Lisa for the inspiration.
finding, keeping, losing, weeping
we move through our days
in this world made of gold
not sure of our future
with a habit to hold
much is like water
flowing away
formed to discover
not built to stay
Some Days Weather
Some days
The sun is shining, you feel bright
The rain pours down, a grayness sits in your heart
The wind whips, you feel mighty and wild
Some days
Storms rage, you long for calm
The morning breaks bright and fresh, you find yourself in the depths of grief
A fog descends, you are brimming with joy
Mother Nature creates her days
Who creates yours?
welcome
what if
the trees and bushes were my friends
the grass a perpetual welcome mat
the flowers a daily surprise party
the squirrels and rabbits welcome guests
even when they twitch and run away
what if
Home
extended beyond these walls
and the earth welcomed me back
because she had been missing me
Today was a day
Today was a day
I wanted to give up
Today was a day
When going got quite rough
Today was a day
I did it anyway
Today was a day
When grit came out to play
Today was a day
I had to really try
Today was a day
A life is measured by