On the knife edge of poetry
you perch,
your bloody feet poised to leap
into my soul.
poem- echoes October 29, 2013
I bought
an adorable black hat
at Goorin Bros.
Tilted the burgundy brim
to the perfect angle
Grabbed my new
wooly black ruana,
draped it around my shoulders
with a flourish, loving the fall
of the ruffled edges,
the weight, the warmth.
I felt my creativity
shouting through the garb,
felt Bohemian, wild, and artistic.
Then I grinned in the mirror
and saw the echo of my
great-grandmother’s
Salvation Army cape and bonnet.
We never get too far away
from home.
poem-gifts October 23, 2013
She held out
her insecurities
cupped in her hands
and asked him
for reassurance,
but he just looked down
his nose at her
silent
.
He had no
kind word
to give,
no kind heart.
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And so she stood
face upturned in
silent misery
and held tight to
the gift
of isolation.
poem- leaping October 22, 2013
Little symbols of death
endings
passing of time
gold and scarlet
carcasses
of summer
raked into a pyre
that grows
and grows.
But the voice of death calls
to the child in all
to live with leaping joy
and laughter
mocking loss.
Rolling in the death of summer
welcoming what comes
next.
MondayMeme-walk carefully October 21, 2013
Here is a photo meme for you!
“On the edge”
This photo is compliments of Prairie Knutsen from A.Bigger.Picture,Photography. I have some very talented former students, and this young photographer has delightfully interesting and innovative photos!
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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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quote-Cassandra Clare on books October 18, 2013
Will grinned. “Some of these books are dangerous,” he said. “It’s wise to be careful.”
“One must always be careful of books,” said Tessa, “and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us… Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.”
Cassandra Clare in Clockwork Angel (p. 86)
I’m always so sad when I hear from kids boasting that they’ve never read a book. They miss so much opportunity to learn and grow! Readers live thousands of lives, experience diverse perspectives, and make emotional connections with worlds far apart from their own.
What literature and poetry have influenced you?
poem- thankful October 11, 2013
Warm home
Great job
Good friends
Cute shoes
Rewarding avocation
Healthy kids
Dependable partner
Old dogs
All parents
Your visits
.
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Happy Thanksgiving, Canada.
Drive safely.
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.
announcement- a new poetry anthology! September 29, 2013
I am excited to announce a new poetry anthology!
2011
includes 48 poems on 60 pages
$7.49 paper
Click here to order paper
$2.49 ebook coming
Click here to order ebook
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.
Shawn L. Bird 