Kingdoms

“Thus the world grows rich, grows wild, and you too, grow rich, grow sweetly wild, as you too were born to be.” —- from “The Other Kingdoms” by Mary Oliver

Nature, Poetry, and Ecopoetry

This is a really interesting essay in a really interesting blog I’ve recently begun reading. I recommend it, poets! The 1960s brought an awareness of an emerging environmental crisis. This crisis captured the attention of poets and led to the creation of ecopoetry… Nature, Poetry, and Ecopoetry

Hearts

So much held in a heart in a lifetime. So much held in a heart in a day, an hour, a moment. We are utterly open with no one in the end – not mother and father, not wife or husband, not lover, not child, not friend. We open windows to each but we live … More Hearts

Fold us into Velvet

darkness of eyes, darkness of cloudsflowing off the Gulf,lamps will not light this place as cerulean yields to burgundyas night folds us into velvet,when we sleepyou sometimes hold my hand —— from “When You Sleep Without Pain” by Peach Delphine in Feral Poetry

Faith

“I’m an optimist, but a melancholy one—the sort who doesn’t believe that everything is great, but knows it isn’t and believes that it’ll be okay anyway. Maybe a better word for that is faith.” — Cheryl Strayed

Oak Tree and Fern

“Beauty was all around them. Unsuspected tintings glimmered in the dark demesnes of the woods and glowed in their alluring by-ways. The spring sunshine sifted through the young green leaves. Gay trills of song were everywhere. There were little hollows where you felt as if you were bathing in a pool of liquid gold. At … More Oak Tree and Fern

NaPoWriMo Day 27

Pink Moon 5 a.m. & the moon looms large in my pollen-streaked window, tree branches knocking across her surface. It’s been ages since  I’ve been awake in this early morning  hour, I’ve forgotten how solid the night  can be, empty of ghosts in the closet  and monsters under the bed –  they only seem to … More NaPoWriMo Day 27

NaPoWriMo Day 25

As I Sit in SpringSunday, mid-morningand finally it’s not rainingthe wind is silent but for occasional sighsand flutters throughcurtains of greenApril is stretchingand so am I Both of us pushingthe grey awayletting lightwarm our days Prompt via The Wombwell Rainbow Art by Kerfe Roig

NaPoWriMo Day 22

Patience Fallow days find me watching Monty Don, his busy hands digging, pulling, planting – and dreams of zucchini (corgettes!),squash, and chili’s dance in my head. Every vegetable and flower that might grow in my hot, humid climate gets a notation in my notebook while I find myself thinking in British-eze. But in my life … More NaPoWriMo Day 22