Just is
“This was the simple happiness of complete harmony with her surroundings, the happiness that asks for nothing, that just accepts, just breathes, just is.” —- from The Enchanted April by Elizabeth Van Arnim Continue reading Just is
“This was the simple happiness of complete harmony with her surroundings, the happiness that asks for nothing, that just accepts, just breathes, just is.” —- from The Enchanted April by Elizabeth Van Arnim Continue reading Just is
darkness of eyes, darkness of cloudsflowing off the Gulf,lamps will not light this place as cerulean yields to burgundyas night folds us into velvet,when we sleepyou sometimes hold my hand —— from “When You Sleep Without Pain” by Peach Delphine … Continue reading Fold us into Velvet
Sharing time with friends and family became a precious commodity during lockdown. I think it’s given us time to think. Is the grudge we hold against old hurts really that important? Does it really matter if Uncle Joe is a … Continue reading Favorite Poetry: 1st Quarter 2021
“I’m an optimist, but a melancholy one—the sort who doesn’t believe that everything is great, but knows it isn’t and believes that it’ll be okay anyway. Maybe a better word for that is faith.” — Cheryl Strayed Continue reading Faith
Patience Fallow days find me watching Monty Don, his busy hands digging, pulling, planting – and dreams of zucchini (corgettes!),squash, and chili’s dance in my head. Every vegetable and flower that might grow in my hot, humid climate gets a notation in my notebook while I find myself thinking in British-eze. But in my life patience has been a hooded figure on a path far ahead, no matter how I try I can not walk in step with her. This is not good for an aspiring gardener. Daily, I check the bare dirt for first green shoots, then watch obsessively … Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 22
What fills a moment An uninvited hand An evasive answer A shamed blush A slammed door Screaming tires before impact A sinking body gasping for breath A desperate plea A last exhale * Prompt via The Wombwell Rainbow Art by Jane Cornwall Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 11
I often turn to poetry when I’m feeling restless. There’s something about the rhythm and flow that seems to calm me, even if the subject isn’t calming. In that way, it’s a lot like music. The images of a poem mimic the melody of a musical piece, bits flowing in our heads just when we need it most. The poems I highlight here all have memorable phrases and images. They each tell a powerful story in their own unique voice. Enjoy! * Ashley M. Jones in River Mouth Review – Love Letter: Heaven is a Black Woman’s Smile We all … Continue reading Poetry That Will Drop Your Mouth Open
Healing that Surrounds Remember mornings moist Blushing velvet ghosts You(r) porcelain laugh You(r) delicious caramel cake voice Flying ferociously through smoke and glass Dazzling this vast wild universe Breathing life into the stars * I visited The Oracle this morning … Continue reading Magnetic Poetry: “Healing that Surrounds”
Wake up each morning with a grateful heart because what else can we do? Our path is short, stones poke and roll under our feet, we stumble. But nine times out of ten, we catch ourselves, look up, bathe our … Continue reading Morning Meditation: Stumbling
Poem by Jane Hirshfield, stolen from Kasey Jueds on Twitter. I’d never read it before but it’s so perfect I wanted to share it. For all the poems by all the poets we will never know. Keep writing! Continue reading The Poet