The mountains are a
looming above the lake,
wisps over white paint palette
over misty memories
of summer storms.
poem- summer spectre November 15, 2022
Tags: alliteration, assonance, consonance, extended metaphor, metaphor, nature, repetition, winter
The mountains are a
Crushed December 15, 2021
Tags: consonance, Covid, exhaustion, extended metaphor, mental health, metaphor, pandemic, stress, struggle
Beneath the rock slide
I lie gasping.
So many stones squashing
the life out of me,
Covid, isolation, tension,
anxiety in others,
illness, recent deaths,
responsibility, each a
until breathing seems
Where is the safety crew
to clear the debris
so we can be well,
be free of despair,
be who we used
Poem- Summer storm August 1, 2020
Tags: anxiety, Covid, extended metaphor, isolation, metaphor, poem, poetry, school, students, teachers
This air is thick enough to drown in
Wading through your words
Lightning flashes in the hills like my
anxiety after the press conference.
Summer storm raging.
They announce back to school plans.
I’m watching the hills for forest fires,
fearing the burning.
Brief respite: rain splatters on the back deck,
before oppression descends again,
and our power goes out.
Poem- I love your way of being in the world February 6, 2020
Tags: extended metaphor, Fluevog shoes, Flummunity, metaphor, poem, poetry, shoes, word play
Your best feet forward
vamp it up
booting out negativity
Squeal all together now:
“I LOVE your shoes!”
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poem- snow piles January 20, 2020
Tags: alliteration, extended metaphor, internal rhyme, metaphor
All white perspective
Cut down the plow pile
Find an eye hole
Explore more than your white world.
pondering- suck it up October 11, 2019
Tags: acceptance, dog, dowel, extended metaphor, get it done, get it over with, grit, learning, metaphor, obstacles, perseverence, poodle, training, tricks
I have a smart dog.
He’s a miniature poodle, and we’ve been doing trick training since he was a pup. He earned his first trick dog title at 8 months old. Now we’re working on his Trick Dog Championship and there are a couple of foundation things I realize I had not taught him. Since they’re needed for his championship video, I had to teach them.
Last night, I decided we would learn “hold an object in your mouth.” There are a couple of options to show this. He could walk with me with an object for 10 seconds or stationary hold something for 6 seconds. First, I tried just having him walk with his ball. He is capable of holding a ball indefinitely, but, he wants to give it to me to throw, so keeping it and walking up and down the hall at my side did not work.
I switched to the dowel. Holding a dowel is a foundation for carrying a dumb-bell which is a basic competitive obedience skill. I had been shown how to teach this and had a dowel, but I had never tried it with Kiltti. I filled a bowl of Cheerios (our training treat) and called him over. I attempted to put the dowel in his mouth. He was having NONE of it. He ran off and refused to come to me. Evil lady with nefarious plotting in mind!
I went and got a leash. He welcomed the leash, and then regretted it when I led him back to the couch. I looped the leash around my leg, and we tried again. I opened his mouth and set the dowel behind his canines. I gently held his bottom jaw and told him how talented and amazing he was.
His eyes told me he was not stupid enough to believe any nice things I was saying. I let go the jaw, he spit out the dowel he was given lots of treats. We spent about 2 minutes on this, with his occasional attempts at escape foiled by the leash, and then he was released to go play ball.
An hour later, I picked him up and we did it again. This time I didn’t have to hold the bottom of the jaw. I told him how brilliant he was as I lengthened the time. 2 minutes and many Cheerios later, off he went.
Third time, no problem. I filmed him holding the dowel on his own for 12 seconds, twice the time required. He still thinks this is a stupid trick, but he does it.
This is such a metaphor for some of my more recalcitrant students! They spit out the dowel of whatever lesson we’re working on. They don’t care that it’s a building block that is necessary for something they will need to do later on.
Those students who will give a couple of minutes get the task over with, are free to move onto things they enjoy more. The next time they try the task, it’s easier. Still not thrilling, but again, it just takes a small effort of cooperation to get it done. Those kids get a decent report card. No missing assignments! In my class, that invariably means at least a B. Their reward is success!
But those kids who are still feverishly spitting out the dowel?
The obstacle only gets larger when you fight it. Growth comes with trying new things and trusting there’s a reason to know something, that knowledge is power.
Learning how to ‘suck it up and get it done’ is a valuable life skill.
Here is a scintillating video of Kiltti holding his dowel. 🙂 Excuse my voice. Still dealing with a cold. 🙂
poem-listening October 8, 2019
Tags: extended metaphor, metaphor, poem, poetry, rain
I hear you in the rain
pouring over me
I’m drowning in you.
Upside down umbrella
beneath a drain spout.
See me tap dancing?
Oh, I’m singing
while you’re pouring
turning roads to light sucking ink.
I think the gutters overflow with you.
you are an ocean.
Poem- creativity September 25, 2019
Tags: alliteration, assonance, consonance, creativity, extended metaphor, metaphor, poem, poetry, reality
The burn is sizzling
Smoke from nostrils, ears.
Instead, I’m here;
I need to fuel flames,
Tend an inferno.
But now I must douse
The burn in reality.
poem- warrior woman September 30, 2018
Tags: animism, extended metaphor, ford, Kavanagh, metaphor, poem, poetry, rhetorical question
stands, raised hand
answer every question
to bring justice to a depraved land.
warning of the beast eager to devour.
tells how it mauled,
and it whines, growls, evades
The beast does not know it is a beast,
but the warrior knows.
The warrior warns.
As the beast prowls and pretends
to be a kitten, a puppy, an innocent thing.
The warrior knows.
The warriors know.
Are you listening?
Or will you open doors and invite it
to devour you?
poem: The Game April 16, 2018
Tags: couple, extended metaphor, infidelity, poem, poetry, relationship, tennis
He serves: I’m working late
She returns: Sounds good. I think I’ll go out, myself
He lobs: Who are you going with?
She returns: Why does it matter?
He stretches, just manages: You might be in an accident. I should know where to look.
She returns to the far corner: So I can stop into the office and see you this evening?
He turns too slowly, can’t reach far enough: Uh.
#NaPoWriMo prompt 16 about a game.
(Still writing poems that connect with my current novel writing project)