We machined onward,trying to ignore the tempest behind us,and before us,and all around,entired in a mounting whirlwind. The outlook tabled against us,peaced together uncertainly by those afraid of peace, because it’s easier to fear than to love.Only later,would history tellwho footed the billand who industried the plotbut notwho opened their hearts,the impossibles possibled when weContinue reading “Impossibles Possibled”
Category Archives: W3 Prompts
Wealth of Seasons
Apple pickingUnder sunshine andTurning over the garden– Utilizing the lastMismatched veggiesNeglected in the weedsWhistling winds andIcicles shimmeringNext to the doorways, under eaves,Turning to dripping puddles under sunlightEffervescent melodies, sung together, joyRememberedSoft blooms ofPetals dancing alongsideRivers playing,Inviting life.Nights grow shorter, daysGrow longer Sparklers twinkleUmbrellas wrinkle, packed away.MeltyMemories shared,Everyone thereRelaxing I wrote this poem for Wea’ve WrittenContinue reading “Wealth of Seasons”
Friendship’s Glow
home isn’t determined by birth or naturebut by relationships that carry us throughthe adventures we face with hope or fear,the unknowns that awake in morning dew.aurora, moonglow, and sunny light beam:the shine of friendship guides us through the gloom.it’s the seal that gathers life at its seams.it’s the rich earth allowing flowers to bloom,building offContinue reading “Friendship’s Glow”
Perseverance
We packed memories at start of dayno receipts to take them backour car bounced off along its waywe’ll tarry along its gravel trackthe trodden path, we ignore and passeach and every time, we’ve faced removalthey carry themselves like tempered glassand charge themselves with the world’s approvaltumbleweeds and doubts circle around uscarrying on with their indifferencewe’llContinue reading “Perseverance”
Sunshine Kayak
under glistening sunlight, we won’t look back,for our sister’s river tripwe can’t fail to pack:three children’s lifejackets,plus spares for the cousins,the little blue coolerwith its bag of crushed ice,cherry tomatoes from the garden,and all that beef jerky,cucumbers, cheese,and our favorite summer sausage,way too much water,and not enough beer,SPF 60 for mom,but SPF 30 for theContinue reading “Sunshine Kayak”
Restful
Time is never wastedwhen passed in tranquil places,the whisper of grass and,underfoot, rich sand.A breeze against our cheeks:we could stay for weeks,immovable against life’s worriesa force against nature’s hurries I wrote this poem for Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt #123 over at the Skeptic’s Kaddish. This week’s prompt was provided by Sally, who asks us toContinue reading “Restful”
Glacial Wonders
They call them “glacial potholes”.I wonder, why not something more majestic?not something I giggle over –as if we need more potholes in Wisconsin–but true to their ancient legacy,from when glaciers concealed this place, and then, further back to when thick lava oozed to form these warbly basalt cragsthat hid beneath the sand and ice thatContinue reading “Glacial Wonders”
Martial Universe
four horses drive us into the riverpocketbooks pulling the reinssink deep into the mirepeace, like a tidal wave, flows in our heartswe fill buckets with our hopechildlike innocence sinking sun sprawls low over the deserthuman tears water the groundearth’s dry crust cries for rainfour horses drive us into the riverwe fill buckets with our hopeearth’sContinue reading “Martial Universe”
Small Worlds
Traveling to my grandmother’s house, the car filled with excited anticipation. Visits with family were pleasant, but the city also held wonders from zoos and aquariums to shopping malls and museums. For a small town kid like me, these trips to the Twin Cities were precious. As the oldest of my high school friends, IContinue reading “Small Worlds”
Garden Days
grazing the gardentucking veggies under armsand filling bucketslittle hands helped to sow seedsdirt-stained hands help to pick weeds I wrote this little poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt. This week, Punam asks us to do the following: *Write a food-related poem in any form* Our garden is a special summer tradition (and treat!) everyContinue reading “Garden Days”
Words and Coffee Writing 