I’m working on building my gratitude muscles keeping them firm and steady. The first line of the poem "Two Weeks After a Silent Retreat" by Heather Lanier gives a gentle indictment of the times I lose my love, even if for a heartbeat. Lanier’s poem is one of many [...]
I fumed after reading my doctor’s note following my annual wellness visit. “Lose weight.” His advice? Eat more protein. Been there. I’ve passed through the hallowed halls of every diet plan available. My shelves are full of books, cookbooks, gluten-free, low-calorie, no fat, no sugar, no carbs. No. No. [...]
Flashback Photos flashback in time to a youthful sailor blue eyes and a beguiling smile— Grandpa. Years pass four daughters laugh he walks each down the aisle paving the future with new hope— joyful. Twenty grandchildren come some share his coal-black hair all learning lessons of family— loving. [...]
Joy My name is Joy. Today I feel like a solitary leaf clinging, waiting. Sometimes I am a cloud. Sometimes I am a rainbow. But always I am hopeful. I ask the world, “Where is your kindness?” And the world answers, “Today I feel like a solitary leaf clinging, [...]
I dwell in things possible I dwell in things possible Of poems more than prose Where all the world’s A window letting in Where doors send out The pines stare with Impregnable eyes Searching for rooftops In the gambrels of An open Sky Oh, should visitors Embrace this invitation [...]
Two Perspectives Symphony Birds sing outside my door a mini symphony to delight and lighten the soul— I breathe. The Dull Drone The dull drone of the doves broke the peaceful morning, disturbing the muse, silencing all words. . . . Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful [...]
Melancholy Melancholy encased my heart a quick cold dart of pain yet bliss feeling amiss. The words I never chanced to say on any day slipped by in time silent, sublime. Chances given but taken back leaving a track of broken dreams or so it seems. . . [...]
Only a Moment The smile took only a moment sending intent to a stranger spreading laughter A small gesture but so profound that I am bound to wait and see what kind could be The brief exchange left both of us without a fuss and left this space a [...]
Time with a Friend a priceless gift of listening, sharing, embracing all of life's ups, downs, joy. . . . Music and poetry are transformative tools that connect us to each other and to ourselves. —Mary Pipher I learned early. Friends are not pebbles you collect and hoard [...]
Coastal Winds Coastal winds whip across the marsh, trees submit, yielding—bent until the limbs gnarl and knot finding strength and hope. . . . Poetry doesn’t have to be hard. It can be about dogs or flowers or death or pigs or laundry. It can be fun or [...]
