elastic orange sun tugged over fading frame reflection on glass pane gray memories I gave #TankaTuesday on the Word Craft Poetry blog another try for this week’s #TasteTheRainbow challenge. Today was my first attempt at writing an Abhanga, which is a very beautiful form that I will likely try again! I also tried to incorporateContinue reading “#TankaTuesday Challenge 268 “Tangerine””
Tag Archives: #reflections
Poem: Cirrocumulus
the sky stutters like our song melody melding into drums that tap-tap-tap the needle missing every other note clouds fade into radio static
Stubborn or Naïve
Undeterred a new explorer slips through the waterfall, dodging gray, crumbling blocks of the world we coated with layers of paint until we hid its curves and built its locks, sidesteps pebbles for unknown reaches where our souls don’t live for paper notes and clocks but dreams that blossom from dawn’s promises before we learnedContinue reading “Stubborn or Naïve”
Poem: Multiperspectivity
Tiny faces peek out from the ledge of stone walls dusty from disuse, empty doorways and metal edges over places where windows used to fit. Once we belonged here, but we lost the pages; still a plaque grows cold against spring’s gasp, shrouded taut amongst the weeds, until the winds blow limbs apart, reveal lostContinue reading “Poem: Multiperspectivity”
Poem: Love Sprouts
Fog concealed the ghosts riding through our damp fields, forging their haunts in valleys still tingling with frosty breath and grassy hair. They ask questions I can’t answer about men who start wars and women who pick up the pieces and swear history won’t repeat. Are we driven to chisel our bricked hearts, our doubtsContinue reading “Poem: Love Sprouts”
Poem: Heart’s Shiver
Rolling farmland conceals cars in its dipping valleys. Corn stalks sway and tremble in dance before they flutter away like long-limbed birds over fields, peppering grassy bluffs with their stories. Telling my own story, I stutter and stumble back into my mind, heedless of my lesson. Rough edges of the highway caress the greying river.Continue reading “Poem: Heart’s Shiver”
Poem: Three Birdhouses
What the sellers left behind: three handmade wooden birdhouses, a flat, painted stone, the grime of an upended bucket, wild bushes, a leering gnome and a wind chime. What winter left behind: the crisp-crunch of tawny leaves and damp of thawing soil in spaces within sunlight’s reach, under shade’s spring recoil.
Where do you find inspiration?
It may be no surprise from my videos that nature is my favorite source of inspiration! I try to get outside each day, even if it’s just playing in the yard with my kids, but I find forests, mountains, and bodies of water especially soothing, and, for whatever reason, they get my ideas churning. Ideally,Continue reading “Where do you find inspiration?”
A Lesson in Resilience
I’m working on two writing projects at the moment: one is a novel and one is nonfiction. The novel is a thoughtful sort of love story that is as concerned about the characters’ growth as it is with romance. It explores issues that are important to me, including life as a young cancer survivor. ThereContinue reading “A Lesson in Resilience”
Poem: Wanderer
Drive through northern desserts Blend farmland in feelings Head home by heading wayward Broken, longing for new meaning.
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