I have chosen Light as my One Little Word for 2017 because this word is comforting and inspirational. Light has so many different meanings that I immediately felt better for thinking about this choice. I have so many fears about 2017 that I need something to give me hope and inspiration. That is the beauty […]
Snowbound house Icicles frame windows No need for shoes or hairbrush, specially since my hair is so long thanks to the black castor oil. We sip hot chocolate Listen to viola sing Artwork by Hans on Pixabay
No You can’t have the last cookie It’s been a rough day, week, year That oreo is all that stands Between Momma and losing her fingernail grip on sanity Do You want to risk life as you know it It’s been a rough day, week, year There isn’t any wine in the fridge But there […]
Love is a carved wooden goblet Wood darkened by age and use Base sprawling wide, solid, unshakable Stem spiraling upward The generous curve of the goblet whispers stories once carved deep now erased by the caress of countless touches While the lip of the cup runs round endless and smooth to the mouth The well […]
I believe empathy is always the answer. Hate seems to dominate the news and social media. This hurts my heart. I don’t understand how anyone can spend so much priceless life energy on hate. I turned 50 this year and the one lesson I have learned is that hate never solved anything. Love is the […]
Books walls rules structure Music poetry prayer Bulwark and support Minefields and cracked foundations Blood and ashes on our lips In ancient mountains Touch comforting newborn cry Rain soothing dry earth Nurturing bloom and fruit for Nourishing spirt and flesh Religion a tool Gripped to protect or destroy Faith benevolence A gift to […]
Breeze stirs evergreens Black ears perk up at bird song Charring burgers tease Blooms tilt to meet last sun rays Feet up, work gloves discarded Learn how to write your own Tanka poem and #JustWrite.
I am from orchards and soccer balls, windmills and beaches where it is too dangerous to swim; I am from hillsides of waving white and pink blossoms and truckloads of dark-faced strangers to reap their fruit; I am from secret hideaways earned by battle-scarred arms and legs and hair torn out by the roots yet […]