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.
dog sitting
two dogs
snoring
two dogs
barking
two dogs
begging
two dogs
marking
two dogs
walking
two dogs
sitting
two dogs
shedding
two dogs
sh*tting
😳
Words that
I want to write
Lovely words
Words that
Burn off the page
Words that
Find some quiet
New truth
But my words are
Words that
Have a cheap aluminum feel
Here I weave not gold but tin foil
But even the flimsy
Find some truth
Sometimes
twenty-six words (1)
some days
you know
the words
won’t come
those days
they aren’t
very fun
i’ve learned
to just
give up
and say
tomorrow is
another day
morning breeze
forceful blowing
trees showing
storms recede?
the grass looks pleased
clouds cover
leaves shudder
raining done?
still hidden sun
clumsy fellow
clumsy fellow
dropped his hat
turned around, said
“where’s it at?”
the hat it seemed
to run away
for clumsy fellow
a normal day
before the rain
the air hangs heavy
full with the promise of change
awaiting release
she smells the sweet new future
while storms build just out of view
Keep on a-going
I tried to make something great
Instead I made something I hate
I tried to bake lovely nice bread
Tasted more like rough tire treads
I tried to take a swim in a lake
There was me and there was the snake!
I tried to rake up all the leaves
Instead I just started to sneeze!
I tried to wake up at seven
But was in bed until after eleven!!
Sometimes right after the trying
You are left feeling like crying
But you have to keep on a-going
Because doing is not about knowing
just do it
calm water beckons
dive in to the deep unknown
risk for something new
moments slip quickly away
hesitation no refuge
one small question
Choose one small moment,
ask yourself one small question —
what does love look like?
Sing a Song for Friday
Yawn
Twist
Stretch
Sigh
To this week we say goodbye
Yay
Hey
Hello You
The weekend greets
with something new
whirring and stirring
art on the street
right under my feet
friend at my side
so happy to meet
life keeps on whirring
and stirring along
fine to feel moments
I’m where I belong
Something amazing has happened!! Peter the Bee has come alive through the wonderful words and images of Jamuna Burry. Click to go see Peter the Bee!! Thank you Jamuna !!!!
a girl in a field
she hides among the tall grass
tassels shiver
strong gusts stoke the dry
smell of dust and drought
she begins to cry
tears fall to the hard ground
grief reaches for change
Peter the Bee in Summer!
Peter the Bee
Is something to see
He flies all around
But he doesn’t sting me!
He seems to like flowers
Of orange and of pink
He doesn’t like yellow
Why do you think?
This is his time
The heat he likes best
He buzzes all day
Seems to not need much rest!
I still wonder a lot
About where he does go
When the sun fades away
And the moon makes its glow
Does dear old Peter
Have a mom and a dad?
No matter his family
I hope they’re all glad!
To write about Peter
Brings me great joy
A real funny question -
Is he even a boy??