One cold night
And suddenly the world is dappled
With gold and red
poem- you in a crowd October 3, 2013
I see you
in the distance
across a roomful of heads,
tall and silent
watching them with a
pleasant blankness-
a smile that turns your mouth
but doesn’t light your eyes.
You stand above
conversation,
listening without interest,
putting in the time
required for politeness.
My eyes call to you
and you turn,
one eyebrow raises a greeting
and your lips rise with it,
I see the flash of gladness,
as you incline your head
and step toward my love.
poem- October October 2, 2013
Some years,
September exits in a swish of scarlet, and
October dawns dappled in gold.
But this year,
October is opulent in shimmering emerald velvet.
Forests hold back their adornment.
The morning whispers on wisps of fog beyond
“I will wait.”
All around the lake, summer aches for more time,
grips tight to verdant hues,
and as October embraces green
its ochre arms
bide
the firey glory
of autumn.
6 word poem in summary of my life October 1, 2013
I was lying in the bath, trying to think of a sentence that summarizes my life at the moment and I came up with
“I am home”
This summarizes my essential contentment with everything in my life: my new continuing contract at a school I love, opportunity to write and receive feedback from wonderful readers, and my brilliant husband of many, many years and the time we have together.
That just seemed too simple, so I thought of 6 word poems, and decided I needed 3 more words, and ended up with,
“Wherever I am, I am home”
Now I feel like a philosopher. 🙂
I first discovered this concept when I was an exchange student in Finland, and I realised that even though I was known as ‘The Canadian Evangelist” (because as the lone Canadian in my district, lost in a sea of Americans, I was obliged to be loud and proud about national superiority) I knew that I could quite happily have stayed in Finland. I have experienced this sensation many times since. If you’re content in your skin, and you’re connected to those around you, it doesn’t matter where you are physically. You can live in a tent and be well satisfied.
Explaining it completely defeats the purpose of it being only 6 words, doesn’t it? lol
How about you? What’s your 6 word poem? (with or without long-winded explanation!) 😉
writing prompt- MondayMeme of modern stained glass
Monday Meme of
modern stained glass window at Sagrada Familia in Barcelona
Your assignment:
1. create a poem, story, or article based on this photo.
2. Post it on your blog.
3. Cut and paste the photo onto your post (leaving the Monday Meme text).
4. Put a link to your post in the comments to this post below so we can visit your blog.
I’m looking forward to seeing what you come up with! (I will leave a comment on your blog post itself, rather than posting in response to your link here).
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announcement- a new poetry anthology! September 29, 2013
I am excited to announce a new poetry anthology!
2011
includes 48 poems on 60 pages
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poem- grey September 28, 2013
The day is grey:
the sky washes the earth.
Dogs curled in tight balls of fur
are not tempted to inspect the outdoors.
We light the fireplace,
watch water streaming down the windows,
we dream of spring
as autumn taunts.
poem- distance does not change the feelings September 26, 2013
The distance does not change the feelings.
the reeling,
wheeling,
squealing of my soul,
no longer whole.
The space between us stretches
and in the distance you grow small
and old,
But time has folds
in dreams I hold
you close
My soul finds healing.
Though space and time change feelings,
you haven’t changed at all.
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First line compliments of
Captain T @capt_blueson Twitter
poem- parenthood
On a non-stop eight hour drive,
we paused for fuel.
“What?” you asked
As you intercepted smirks
passed over your head,
when you climbed into the back seat
after the gas station bathroom break.
“Nothing,” we said, as we pulled
back onto the highway.
Even though your sister had been
traumatized when I left her
standing in the driveway as we tore off to the bus stop
that time,
while you waved at her from the back seat
and waited for me to notice,
this time
when your dad slammed the car door,
buckled up,
and drove away,
destination in his mind,
she was the one who said,
“Missing anyone?”
so when you climbed into the car,
you never even knew
you’d ever been left behind.
Shawn L. Bird 