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Tag: Poetry

  • Grape 7/22

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    Mom was a dairy farmer most of her life. One of 13, she would rather be in the barn with her Dad, but she still learned how to feed a family. She would throw the bales, and shovel the meal from the cart, carry the milk buckets, fill the cans. After the milking, she’d drive…

  • Writing 201: Poetry, Fingers

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    Keys on a piano, a clarinet, a typewriter, a computer keyboard all played by my fingers. Fingers that sewed a sampler when baby brother was born Fingers that learned too early how to sew baby blankets Fingers that entwined curls on a curly-headed daughter, now comb her curly-headed daughter. Struggling with words, shy, bashful, unsure, Can…

  • Writing 201: Poetry

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    The assignment for the weekend was to post a link to a favorite poem. It just happened that today’s poem on The Writer’s Almanac is one of them – click on the first link, then click The Writer’s Almanac: Edna St. Vincent Millay: What My Lips Have Kissed Enjoy the poem, and let’s see what…

  • Writing 201: Poetry: Fog

    Writing 201: Poetry: Fog

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    The sun peeking over the horizon with gentle breeze rising Shines lightly on the bridge below the rocky ridge Who knew that this lonely road would bring me to this sacred lode of beauty unsurpassed to listen feel the fog on brow to christen The quiet is broken by coyote talk: gather the clan, melt…

  • Journey

    Journey

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    My ‘Journey’ from there to here. Today’s poetry exercise is a Limerick using alliteration – and no I’m not doing any of the rhymes about Nantucket! Journey From Chesapeake shores To N’awlin’s spicy tours Across massive Mississippi Desert shimmer oh so pretty To Pacific and great outdoors Link to WordPress

  • Water

    Water

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    I like to read poetry. Anyone close to me has probably experienced me reading a poem or two (and getting emotional doing it). I love Billy Collins (Poet Laureate of the United States 2001-2003), also Joyce Sutphen (Poet Laureate of Minnesota), both of whom write what I consider everyday poetry. Easy to understand, touching, some…