We returned at midnight, a Hawthorne in the headlights greeted us at the garage; the rest of the yard in darkness Only after awakening to the May morning light did I see Persephone’s handiwork accomplished during my absence The ankle-high fiddle heads I’d left behind had grown to thigh-high ferns, ground cover green before I’d … More Persephone Handiwork
If I critically evaluate the nature of my life; use the tough-love hand I’ve used when I revise a poem, would I delete the habits not needed in my life? revise for measured rhythm in relationships with others? insert smooth transitions? rearrange ideas? choose new perspectives? embrace surprising turns? Can I begin this moment to … More Revision Avoidance (part 2)
Nothing is fixed in a permanent state even what appears to be solid is made of cells that practice osmosis where liquids and gasses move through a permeable cell wall Beliefs are not fixed in a permanent state even solid beliefs used to define ourselves for long stretches of life’s journey can transform as we … More Permutations
The yellow lab trumpets his request “Let me in, let me in,” until the red door opens where he comes in from the cold into warmth Loving kindness whispers her request “Let me in, let me in” until my heart opens and she transforms my apathy into concern The photo captures the dog across the … More Let Me In, Let Me In
Each time a memory’s remembrance is recalled, affected by new memories, it’s changed This month in a writer’s group, we are working with different poetic forms. This week we are exploring the Cinquain. This poem is an example of this form. Graphic by Pixabay.
I’ve heard good fences make good neighbors and I suspect this might be true. You can gather all you love safely inside your fence but from time to time you just might be ready to clear away some clutter. You can also keep all that disturbs you safely outside your fence but from time to … More Gates
In writing a poem I am the absence of the poem When I write words more words fill in the spaces between those written words This is one reason why I write to see where I am not any more so that new words, new combinations of sounds can reveal themselves to a metamorphosing me … More The Alchemy of Art
Shape shifters, clouds are Not with intent like the shaman Metamorphosing into a wolf But transforming into random contours Merging, thinning, fragmenting At the whim of the wind I am a shape shifter as well Shifting from lazy content to focused endeavor From cluttered mind to quiet connection Giving to and receiving from The shape-shifting … More Shape Shifters
I’ve heard good fences make good neighbors and I suspect this might be true. You can gather all you love safely inside your fence but from time to time you just might be ready to clear away some clutter. You can also keep all that disturbs you safely outside your fence but from time to … More Gates
I became an artist this year a poet, a writer, a zentangle doodler. Though I’ve written for years and doodled as well This year I finally did it. I committed to practice each day. 365 days in a row (and still going) wordsmithing poems and honing my craft with doodles slipped in just for fun … More Transformation
