The next adventure
awaits the sunrise.
Have faith it’ll be better
than you surmise.
poem-poeming September 6, 2015
Here I’ll write a nice poem
a sweet poem
a gentle poem.
Here I’ll write a subtle poem
a quite poem
a funny poem.
Here I’ll write a love poem
a trust poem
a now poem
Here I’ll write a safe poem
a kind poem
a faith poem.
But there,
There I’ll write a hard poem
a sharp poem
a spinning poem.
There I’ll write a challenging poem
a forceful poem
an inflammatory poem.
There I’ll write a true poem
a so poem
a go poem.
Here and there
a growth poem
a sustenance poem
our lives poem.
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When I write for the blog, I have a slightly different style than when I’m submitting to literary journals. Tongue in cheek, I reflect the tone of their journal. Style is a malleable thing. Message is what’s important. Here, I don’t take myself very seriously, but there literary style requires more gravity. The pathos amuses me.
poem- refuge September 5, 2015
The sea
rocks tiny feet,
caresses small hands,
steals breath and rests
tiny bodies on the shore
where they’re at peace,
but out of reach
of their father’s desperate grasp.
The sea
rocks small boats,
of dubious sanctuary
and with each wave it tosses on the beach,
points foaming fingers at those
who turn faces from the tragedy.
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I decided not to attach the iconic photo of Alan Kurdi to this poem out of respect. Instead, here is an interview with his father describing the tragedy.
http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/british-columbia/syria-migrants-canada-drowned-migrants-1.3213772
poem- rumble September 3, 2015
The sun is shining,
but in the distance I hear rumbling.
Trouble is coming.
poem- adversity September 2, 2015
Four lanes of traffic gush past
the single stunted sunflower
stretching through a cleft in the pavement,
blooming in adversity.
poem-simmering September 1, 2015
Your disapproval simmers,
irritation bursting in exclamatory bubbles,
mutter, mutter, mutter
like a lid bouncing on a pot.
haiku storm August 31, 2015
rippling waves
sparkling with emerald, peridot, citrine
storm tossed tree.
Poem- Power I August 30, 2015
The power crept quietly
on a satisfied sigh
on a grin of delight
on a curl of contentment
on a determined advance
on an astonished completion
on undeniable accomplishment,
success of a dream.
poem-drip August 29, 2015
The little tears
that come unexpectedly
swell memories of you
into my throat and
make my eyes drip with a wish
to kiss you once more.
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(just framed and hung my favourite photo of Dad and me- where I’m kissing him at my wedding)
poem- choices August 28, 2015
When you choose what brings you joy
When you choose who gives you laughter
When you choose what makes you sing
When you choose who really matters
Then each moment and each thing
you do, makes happiness deploy.
