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.
art anyway
what is art?
does it matter?
maybe words
just cause a clatter
wake to beauty everyday
art just happens anyway
questions for peter
do you remember peter bee?
when it rains where does he flee?
is he under the wet ground
or does he still fly all around?
does he need to take a drink?
much about peter makes me think...
where does he live? how old is he?
if i ask will he sting me?
i hope he’s safe and dry and warm
i hope he comes out after this storm
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
welcome monday
here we are again
welcome monday
weekend is all done
no more fun play
work time has arrived
feeling so gray
comforting to know
this time won’t stay
give it four short days
here comes friday!
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. ❤️
sharing stars
If some stars fell from the sky
into your hands
would you share them with me
so we could light up the world?
Rose and Her Nose
There is a girl named Rose
With a perfectly delicate nose
Surprisingly rather small
Since this nose can smell it all
Were you eating a banana?
She would know way down in Atlanta
Is there a skunk nearby?
She could tell you and not even try
This is a schnoz with some talent
It may look rather royal and gallant
But make no mistake, this nose is no fake
It can smell every manner of food, even cake!
So when you need a decoder
Of any smell, scent or odor
Just call on dear Rose and her talented nose
With one whiff the game will be over!
this is our ground
we are right
we have no doubt
what you tell us
has no clout
given our
for sure state
there is no need
for a debate
we won't listen
don’t make a fuss
our minds are locked
we won’t discuss
we might pretend
to hear you out
but even if
you scream and shout
you words will be
just vacant sounds
we will not change
this is our ground
Very Late Indeed
Today is almost over
and my poem isn’t done
Today was a day that
the lazy almost won
But here I am right now
it may be late indeed
But here is a short poem
that you, my friend, can read
Once again I have done it
Once again I am here
Once again I thank you
for being here my dear
let’s play!
flick and flog and pretty frog
jump up, jump down, mossy log
spin a fin, fall down quick
brick and cog and lazy dog
grins and wins and sticks abound
slick and fog and run aground
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