As we start creeping into the Winter I find myself becoming nostalgic for Summer. I suppose that’s how it usually goes, that you appreciate most what you can’t have and don’t fully engage in those same times when you do have them. But as I have the luxury of being able to enjoy reading and
The world is alive and bright right now. I dread returning to a Winter anything like the last, full of peacoats and runny noses and bodies that just could not get warm in negative degrees regardless of the layers of wool you wore. Eew. But we are not in Winter, not where I live at
Summer comes in bright and yellow, bright bobbing flowers call out “Hello!” For cheer is here in this sunny world, and black eyed susans join in accord. What do you love in nature and life that blooms in Summer?
Very Inspiring Poet Award I posted the first edition of this poetry blog award here. I’ll admit it, that post was written in my first year of blogging, and I hadn’t really met even half of the amazing blog friends I have now, just a short time later. So the post did link to four
Comes in like the plague Clear out the pantry Leave with new mudprints I don’t know about you, but this looks like an average dinner to me a few years ago. Once I started to realize that gluten was a problem I ate a little less (my body started to recognize what I was eating
Here I swim around. Fun is hardly found ’round here. No friends and rare food. That may be the life of the sad beta fish above, but a much larger tank in the Atlantic City Aquarium shows much happier seahorses. I think the fish at the Denver Aquarium, which I visited last Winter, were happiest,
Snow, snow, snow. Snow that falls in drifts and creeps into my heart, snow that you ball up but promptly falls apart. Snow that swirls and moves as the wind flows by snow that dancing like a flock of birds through the night sky.
In sunlight and starlight they sit by the sea They look at the ocean, And they look at me. They dance and sway with the whims of the wind, They speak and whisper of days coming again. And when I hide my face, And the light turns pale, Then they are happy, They have adventure
Snow. Drifting, Falling. Twists and turns, leaps and bounds, snow balls whizzing through the air. Winter. Snow takes you there. And when it is cold, And the fire is cozy, And your family surrounds you, and the world is bare, silent. Honest and comforting. Its the snow that takes you there. Its the snow that
Existing Poetry Badges+Competitions in the Blogosphere I like badges. They are shiny, and they make you feel good. Badges are those little things that say, “Yes, Ive done something with my blog. Its not just a personal journal or newspaper, it`s a place others go to read and to think.” What a nice goal. So
In distance is time, In time is pleasure, in waiting and thinking we find a great treasure. Patience is found in time, time is found in life, so we have to find our silly little reasons why. Why we keep trying, keep waiting, keep going. Why we always have hope of a future, never knowing
Always doth my pen hover As I shelter from frightful weather. There I wait, A drop falls. Still my muse Refuses to call. How can I correct Spent ink all dried, How to perfect Thoughts I`d once surmised. No editing then, Shall be my modus operandi: Regardless of my perfectionist fears.
All the little bugs scuttle around fighting, shoving, pushing the competition out of the lane. One little girl loses her ball, she chases her ball, she steps foot in the street. One. Two. There is no little girl, the girl is gone. All the bugs swarm the street, pushing, shoving. They do not know that
I love responding to blog challenges. They challenge me, and they make me feel like eventually I will have someone respond to some of my challenges. Even better, I have had some people respond to my challenges, and it is only fair to pass on that blogger love! Like the lovely Doris in this post.
I`d be the first to admit that I`m scared of haikus. I used to be quite proud of my ability to use the short and strict form to make something beautiful, but then I was told by my Japanese teacher that mine was the worst in the class. (She actually said a lot of nice