Hibernation (Winter Solstice 2022)

On the longest night, personal reflectionhums within my private hope It’s dusk of the year,activity, not faith, lies dormantinside my hibernation,surviving on the harvestof seasons’ inspiration This foundation of renewal,unnoticed, under the surface,needs no coaxing Fertile dreams will unfoldas slowly as the lengthening of daysuntil time is ripe for creative expression Happy winter solstice to … More Hibernation (Winter Solstice 2022)

Harvest

We stocked up at Costco yesterday filled our pantry with a bounty of sweet corn, green beans, and stewed tomatoes, brown rice, spices, and quinoa,vitamins, vodka, and vegetable broth – our autumn cache for sustenance while we incubate creative reflectionwithin our warm abodethrough the dormant winter as we and the good earth rest Photo courtesy … More Harvest

Moondance

Ah, Moon, I gravitate to your grace,admire how your beauty dances a pas de trois with Sun, Earth Your spirit, inspired by Sun,interprets this intensity,offers your choreographyto Earth Who keeps you at a distanceso we see your light perspectivein waxing/waning forms from afar We don’t see your pocked faceor your rocky spheroid body,just your unique rendering of Sun’s light,  Your creative process ofconstant interpretive dancedeepens my attraction toyour rhythms Your imagination… is mostly an accidental dance between collected memory and influence… a construction that awaits … More Moondance

Moon and Me

I am the moonthe moon is mewe hide in daylight,slivered, until webecome full I am the moonthe moon is mewe wax and wanebut always come backfull cyclean eclipse may disrupthere and there butmostly the change is constant I am the moon the moon is mewe reflect the worldin which we exist and make shimmering sunlightupon … More Moon and Me

Facing Myself [puente*]

the mirror stands in the cornerreflects an image of how I appear ~ so I greet my Self with a welcome smile ~ knowing tucked deep withinwhat no mirror can reflect, my heart * Read more about this poetic form in an article from Shadow Poetry called Puente. Photo by Taylor Smith courtesy of Unsplash

Keta

Alone in the morning sipping coffeea story tells itself to merandom, no noticeable triggerno sequential order Making homemade kahlua with Sherri on a cool November morningWalking railroad tracks with Mallarie to visit a neighboring schoolSunbathing slathered in iodine and baby oil with Bonnie in the back yardPretending to not be winded to impress David while … More Keta

Fullness

Tonight, I introduce myselfto the moonagainwhile she is full,glimmering on the lakeas a genial specter in nocturnal play Her fullnessmakes my sorrowsseem small I can be the tiny creature,she can be mature fullnesslet her swaddle me in her lightwrap me in her reflectionsteady my discursive thinkingwith her enlightenment This post was inspired by the Billy … More Fullness

Mirrim

It’s curious, the word palindrome that its meaning is not reflected in its form It makes sense etymologically palin means back again dramein means to run But wouldn’t a better name for words that echo letters backwards mirror its own letters like kayak or civic? Mirror would express the concept but its letters do not … More Mirrim

Noticing Kindness

Today a moth lingered on my door wall, still as a painting The visit was a meditation on the outside of the glass The morning continued to reflect other such kind encounters smiles from strangers friendly inquiries impromptu chats about weekend weather predictions A young doctor’s assistant with a silver laugh had me weigh in … More Noticing Kindness

Watercolor Rain

Rains in spring turn puddles into rainbows even a single bead of rain landing on a budding tulip’s leaf reflects all the colors of our world Though I walk in springtime puddles sunlight seems to follow me as a shadow of kaleidoscopic hues  Day Twenty-two prompt: Write a poem that engages with another art form. … More Watercolor Rain