Family

 

The epigraph for today's poem is from Max Ehrmann's short piece, Desiderata, which was printed on a poster many of us hippies had posted on our dormitory walls. I've thought about its words many times over the years.

Family

Extravaganza of Spring

 

May arrived rather quickly. But perhaps that's a good thing: April was National Poetry Month and it quite exhausted me! Finally, I have begun to write poetry again, so here you go:

Extravaganza of Spring

Daisy Song

 

No, those aren't daisies -- that's a closeup of one of our many hyacinths. But this poem takes place in another garden.

Daisy Song

Over the Falls

 

I know I'm not the only one who thinks about this:

Over the Falls

Clean Dreams

 

 

Messy refrigerator. And here is a poem for you:

Clean Dreams

A Bottomless Bag of French Fries

 

Happy Easter!

A Bottomless Bag of French Fries

Jesus and the Superbowl Ad

 

The Irish soda bread I made last month from a great, easy recipe (https://www.thekitchn.com/irish-soda-bread-recipe-23635136) is my picture for this St. Patrick's Day Sunday. But let's think back to that Sunday last month when most of you were glued to the screen for football, or for expensive advertisements:

Jesus and the Superbowl Ad

What's True

 

All I can do, some days, listening to what's happening in the world, is sigh, shake my head, shed a tear...

What's True

Sensitive Artist at the Beach

 

This poem was generated from images I gleaned while visiting the Pacific shore of Costa Rica at the end of January. Photo was taken in a natural sea cave at one of the many beautiful beaches in Uvita, Puntarenas Province.

Sensitive Artist at the Beach

Richness

 

So many love poems drafted after working from Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer's inspiring zoom a few weeks ago! But here's one that came from the universe more recently:

Richness

ordinary gifts

 

I've been mining a video of ideas from Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer on writing love poems, and here is a sample, one of many I am drafting and working on:

ordinary gifts

How It Makes Her Feel

 

Costa Rica was beautiful; COVID when we got back, not so much. But here's a poem from before the trip:

How It Makes Her Feel

Not Lost So Much As Forgetful

 

Deep into winter, just now, and trying to remember ...

Not Lost So Much As Forgetful

Inner Fire .... Cold Ashes

 

A new year. A time for stretching, for inhabiting new worlds, trying new skills. Thus, this new poem:

Inner Fire ..... Cold Ashes

A Dream of Winter

 

Waiting for promised snow (this photo is from January 2021). Click on the blue title to hear a poem inspired by memory:

A Dream of Winter

Winter Trio

 

Click on the blue title below to hear one of my omen poems for this year. I didn't look for omens last year, but Nora, dear one, told me about them the year before and I did work on them. I'll probably rename this poem, which consists of three haiku about the fog that enveloped us December 28, 2023.

Winter Trio

Solstice Vibrations

 

Random berries on a bush seen recently on my walk. And a belated solstice poem:

Solstice Vibrations