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.
Something
Something silly
Something sweet
Something short
Something neat
I have to write my poem today
But once again have little to say
I’ve learned the way out of this trap
Is to let the words come out like crap
Sometimes I find something
Sometimes I don’t
Looks like today....today...
I won’t
( ...or did I? 😉 )
The Penguin?
Paul The Penguin
Keeps himself neat
The shiniest shoes
On his daintiest feet
He is a dandy
A right real fop
I’m fairly sure
the cane is a prop
He waddles around
This way and that
Of course he wears
A giant top hat
He carries an eyeglass
On a gold chain
A black umbrella
When it might rain
Paul is our neighbor
Should we feel shame?
We call him The Penguin
Our little nickname
reflections of water and time
time like water
in a measuring cup
there now, but later
drunk all up
pour it out
once measured and seen
come to question
has it ever been?
the spilling of time
a real waste indeed
coming too quickly
to an hour of need
allow careful measure
to not be a toll
let the water of time
rather quench your own soul
Habit Home
When sameness turns to sadness
and the night is rather dark
What spirit do you wish to come
and tend your crying heart
May you find some comfort
in the folds of your routine
Relax inside the thing you know
in what has often been
An Easter Basket for You
Who is the Easter Bunny?
Why does he carry eggs?
This season filled with sugar
not with spices like nutmeg.
Easter is a time
signaling deep hope.
No matter your beliefs
this is not only a trope.
Especially this year —
life has changed so much.
I wish this special day
to bring at least a little touch
of hope and new direction
right into your heart.
You find renewed compassion,
a clear path or a fresh start.
Embrace the Easter Bunny
and the message that he brings.
Bless the whole wide world —
the bells of grace and goodness ring.
Go Grab Your Hat!
Time for a Friday!
Go grab your hat!
Let’s go have a good ol’ time!
End the week with splat!
Throw out the rule book!
Dance like you were five!
Sing and play the day away!
It’s great to be alive!
❤️ A little note to you — extraordinarily special and dear reader — thank you for being here. These words come alive through your reading. ❤️
glistening with hope
yesterday i listened
to beautiful words
luminous and true
today i write
these small words
words that go clunk
his needle wove silk
mine straw
his beat a perfect bell
mine a tin can
a wizard alight with purpose
an apprentice sweeping the floor
does hearing beauty help us make it?
does the sound penetrate into some interior space
locked behind secret doors
opened with keys earned through practice?
or is that beauty a gift
a random allotment
bestowed ?
today i hold no answer
i sweep my floor
ring my tin can
weave my straw
hear the rhythm
of that purposeful silken thread
and glisten with hope
this little word
A word controlled my mind today
and I couldn’t make it leave.
It insisted that I listen,
it gave me no reprieve.
It stood there oh so boldly
begging me to see
that what it held inside itself
was put there just by me.
Without all of my stories
it was nothing really much.
What it needed me to do
was pack it with more stuff.
So I wrote a tiny poem
about this little word,
watched it as it flew away
because I called the word a bird.
cinquain: one form
Cinquain
Count syllables
First two then four, six, eight
Used first by Adelaide Crapsey
Knowledge
Ode to Saturday
A day to do errands
Chores and the like
To get the items marked right off
Warm? Perhaps hike or ride bike!
This is a day that seems
To offer what you seek
No rules or shoulds to weigh it down
Yes, it is of Saturday I speak.
work-a-day life
working
the day begins
the pattern stays the same
coffee, writing, to the machine
begin
mind mosquitos
complaints are like mosquitos
flying around your head
buzzing biting and sucking
until you slap them dead
grumbling about everything
pointing the finger out there
when the critters get too thick
a madman stands and swats the air
more wise to put on some bug spray
go inside, find a net or a tent
see the bright side, smile, say thank you
or be gnawed by your own lament