New Beginnings: A New Year Every set of eyes holds a dream, a hope a new beginning. I ponder what the year promises, what wonders, awe, and magic lie hidden within each day’s unfolding. On this, the last day, the ending, We remember moments, laughter, fears, and longings buried [...]
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 don’t remember the first poem I ever read, but I have vivid memories of the first poems I heard. My mother read from the Little Golden Book of Poetry. The images hidden in the words took me to far-off lands, and the rhymes filled my young head with music. [...]
“Thirty days has September, April, June, and November.” 30 Days of Poetry The perfect number for any 30-day challenge, but April’s poetry marathon of 30 poems in 30 days consumed every creative moment I could squeeze into those days. Will I make this an annual event? Last year I [...]
I'm Done I’m done. I’m never going back. I’m irrevocably done. My words haunt the silence as old skin wrinkles, writhing against unwelcome habits, obsolete ways of thinking. I want to shed what no longer serves me. I need change. I am done with the past. I am done [...]
Why Do I Worry? Why do I worry? The future frightens— full of uncertainty. Why is there so much uncertainty? I am no clairvoyant or crystal gazer clearing the dust, revealing an unknown future. Why is the future unknown? I’ve heard the past no longer exists, has no substance [...]
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. [...]
“Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.” — Howard Thurman Come Alive With pencil and tablet, I walk out to the pasture around grandma’s house keeping an eye open [...]
Birds Singing Birds singing— I follow the sound to find joy . . . Poetry is eternal graffiti written in the heart of everyone. —Lawrence Ferlinghetti And always— Be kind. Be brave. Be you. You can find me on Instagram, Bluesky, Facebook, and LinkedIn Photos © Kathryn [...]
Wind Blows Wind blows dandelions send life floating onward words spoken leech into our lives touching. . . . Poetry is the best words in the best order. —Samuel Coleridge If you are a writer, you know the feeling when words float in the air unwilling to move [...]
