Tag: #poetrycommunity

  • Maundy Thursday

    Harp strings flutter their touch through me – Soothing my soul. “Holocaust” symphony – That does not flutter. It seeps into you – behind your eyes, within the wailing wall of your heart. How could such beauty and gentleness in the twinkling music Co-exist with the knowledge of such terror – knowing that this could […]

  • Turning Point

    A time when a decisive change in a situation occurs, especially one with beneficial results. A point at which significant change occurs. Imagine a dancer. You choose. A ballerina spinning with supreme control. A modern dance interpretation. A jazz gyration. Swing dancing in synchronized, yet wild enthusiasm. A powerful footfall through hip hop. Do it […]

  • Sometimes, Heaven

    Sometimes, Heaven is right under your feet – shoes off, velveteen blades caressing your sole – soul. Sometimes, Heaven hides behind your furrowed brow – waiting – for the right moment to crawl down your cheek in a single tear into the light of day. Sometimes, Heaven floats on the gentle currents above – that […]

  • March?

    Winter wanes into Spring. Cold. Slate to granite to Italian marble slide on feathered wings The burden an oxen would struggle to bear. Winter wanes into Spring. Cold. Spirals to about face to thrusts buffet in swirls of caress The force Thor would struggle to resist. Winter wanes into Spring. Cold. Slithers to worms to […]

  • Drifting

    Like a seed imbedded in feathery wisps Carried on a gentle breeze. Drifting Like a torn shred of sea grass Floating on the surface as the Gulf rocks and rolls. Drifting Like a spinning pinwheel released from the tree top Carried by its own delicate balance despite the stillness. Drifting Where to alight is up […]

  • The Gift of February

    It can be hard to see the gift if the country you’re in is North. It can be hard to see the gift if cold walled you within a fort Of slouching and huddling And turning towards ‘in’ To seek refuge from ‘out’ And bow low in chagrin. It can be hard to see the […]

  • A Trail of Poetry

    Over the years I have written to friends needing support and encouragement.  Learning my words helped another gave me a great feeling. Several years ago, poetry sparked my interest and I attempted this genre.  A friend said a poetry group met at a local library.  With some trepidation, I decided to attend.  The poets have […]

  • Consider the Lilies

    Through heavy curtains Morning steals in– Gray, sullen, frowning, As though carrying a grudge Against yesterday’s tumultuous birth That scattered its gold everywhere, Bursting through windows, Streaking through the willows, Blushing the face of the pond, Then rousing soft twitterings Tucked under feathered wing. But this day arrives, perfunctory, On schedule since its Genesis. Duty […]