Angel on a pin
en pointe on the point
solo, pas de deux, or en compagnie
Dance
poem- angel November 7, 2013
Angel on a pin
en pointe on the point
solo, pas de deux, or en compagnie
Dance
poem- NaNoWriMo doldrums November 6, 2013
NaNoWriMo
A month
to write
a novel
throughout the nations.
But on day 6
I already
require fibrillation.
So tired
So worn
and the end of day
My eyelids are drooping
and I think there’s no way
after pounding out emails
and working all day
I have any energy
for what writing entails.
But I’m half way through
a fun new novella
If I can just sit and type
avoid Facebook and Skype
write, write, write
then perhaps in spite
of procrastination
I’ll be able to sing
in celebration.
No need for special inspiration
just dedication to my narration.
poem- if November 5, 2013
If he loved her,
….she thinks
he would greet her every day
with a heart heating hug
with a spine kindling kiss
with glowing eyes.
If he loved her,
….she thinks
he would bid her sleeping form farewell
with grieving eyes
with cuddling kiss
with a heart felt hug
longing to remain.
If he loved her,
….she thinks
he would harness his white horse
unsheath his sword,
charge down her demons,
She doesn’t see,
that he is her champion,
if he sees who she is
and stays to fight for her
when she’s not looking.
She doesn’t see,
that he loves her.
November 4, 2013
Here is a photo meme for you!
“secret place”
This photo was taken at the top of Fish Creek Park (by Parkland subdivision) in Calgary,
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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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poem- the last time November 3, 2013
The last time
I was here,
you
were
here,
too.
.
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(In response to a WritersDigest.com prompt)
poem- joy in an email
Your words are joy
Not just the message in them
but the fact you composed them
for me.
I am grateful
that you are in my world,
that you take time to write
for me.
poem- on the edge November 2, 2013
On the knife edge of poetry
you perch,
your bloody feet poised to leap
into my soul.
poem- reminiscence
.
The rain on this sky light
makes me long for
pattering on the tin roof,
a warm wood stove,
old friends
from then.
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Ah. Our lovely acreage house when the kids were little, life was simpler, and close friends were near.
Oh look! It was for sale again! http://pglistings.ca/buy/17360_Woods_Road Wow. We purchased it for $126k in 1993. I personally tiled that fireplace and hung that (very dated!) oak towel ring in the upstairs bathroom. Lots is new though- from the beige everywhere to the wood floors and the side deck (built just as we’d envisioned it). I miss the stairs at the front of the deck to the front door- it’s weird to only have the back stairs! We also planted several dozen baby pine trees that are now 20 feet tall across the front and along the drive way. I wonder where their living room furniture is? >>sigh<< Such a beautiful place. Sometimes I still dream of this house.
poem- grey
Seven days
since you promised,
the grey cloak
over the hills
offers no warmth
for my wishful heart.
