For me, Poetry is like the weather. It comes in a lightning strike, a fully formed flash, or like a hurricane gathering strength and building as it grows. I can’t decide to write a poem. It decides to allow me to write it. Inspiration sometimes strikes when reading other poets so when I jot down … More Talking Poetry & 2nd Quarter Favs
we stole away from the table – first you, then me, so as not to invite titters and whispers.The sun was a golden coin melting into smoke kissed mountains, tossing pink confetti into the sky.The evening song of cicadas rose and fell in aural copulation,long meadow grass tickled my bare knees while Prosecco tickled our … More As glasses were raised
Dream fluff shadows a thousandskin lathered summers,whispering sea spray, waxing ebb shine,an urge of fingers in hairand salt on tongues.Oh summer, bare your dreamson the wind,Crush on me again With partial help from The Oracle.
Night BloomOur river path rustleswith ancient songDusk a blanket of fertile airTendriled moss thick and brightcovers a moist moon &we are a wild Eden seeding roses in rock Words chosen from the Nature Magnetic Poetry Kit.
Plus, we appear irrationalAnger is like a giant wave -We can surf it to solid landOrwe can let it wipe us out.Anger isn’t fuel, it’s acid.We are not righteous warriors,we are slaves kneeling under it.Don’t be a slave.Ride it, feel it, forget it. Thanks to artist Gaynor Kane and Paul Brooks of The Wombwell Rainbow … More Napowrimo 2022 day 29
The Lure of Lightparted the darknesslike her handsparted my hair, gentlybut intently, her fingers braided wavering strands over and under, first upthen down. The sea was always inside, restless, driven. Salt water dripped,a broken pearl necklaceleaving invisible traces, refracting light in shades of circling fins. We swam in twilight, tumbled, tried to hold onto passing … More NaPoWriMo 2022 day 28
Lattice WorkLike tendrils reaching for the sun I reach for youWrapped in our long love Thanks to artist Anjum Wasim Dar and Paul Brookes of The Wombwell Rainbow for inspiring this wee haiku.
In the Mist: A CentoAnd anyway, what’s wrong with Maybe?Maybe our world will grow kinder eventually.Let me keep company always with thosewho say “Look!” and laugh in astonishment.You don’t hear such voices in an hour or day.It could mean something,it could mean everything, it could meanwhat Rilke meant, when he wrote:You must change your life, … More NaPoWriMo 2022 day 26
EdgesI love days when sun and moon play together overhead, when the moon is a slice of whipped cream piewhile the sun is a blanket wefeel but acknowledge only from the edges of our eyes.I am a morning person, grabbingevery sunbeam and moon pie, holding on for more and more and moreof that. Every morningoutrunning … More NaPoWriMo 2022 day 25
We’ve Always Been HappyWe were together again last nightsitting on the patio in our old aluminumlawn chairs, ice clinking in our gin and tonics playing cymbalswith the low beat from the radio. Smallanimals rustled in the underbrushat the bottom of the garden as the hoot of an owl wafted on the wind.We chatted about the … More NaPoWriMo 2022 day 24
Charlotte Hamrick 