Lost. That for which I no longer looked. It brought color to my day and held morning life blood rich burnt brown, but I considered it broken by another and tossed away dead to me. Now found and growing–life? I will wash it. Clean. Linked to One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry.
In Need of Grace
“But you’re a nurse,” he said. But I don’t want to be a nurse when I need a nurse. Or when I want a nurse. Or when I want someone to say they are concerned and let’s go have this taken care of. When I want someone else to take control. Sometimes I’m too tired […]
And the Wheels Turn
I am on my bike. I do not want to be. Well, I do kind of. But not really. I am not in shape, and my husband has no concept of time or distance. Well, he does, and I know he’ll turn back if I ask, but I also know he wants to share this […]
Water~In More Than 140 Characters
Water is fluid, soft, and yielding. But water will wear away rock, which is rigid and cannot yield. As a rule, whatever is fluid, soft, and yielding will overcome whatever is rigid and hard. This is another paradox; what is soft is strong. ~Lao Tzu
The Road of Life
Michael Perkins’ post yesterday, The Passenger’s Seat, about clinging to or letting go of control made me think of this poem. I love it. It makes me laugh, and it makes me think. So I thought I’d share it with you. The Road of Life At first, I saw God as my observer, my judge, […]
All Because of a Root
This is the window view today from my little prayer corner in my writing room. The scene of the Great Lilac Massacre. The place of death. This used to be my little piece of woods in the yard. Until the chain saw struck. And then my husband did some cleanup. He sometimes brings in pieces […]
The Fragrance of Morning
I barely remember. The whispered “Bye” or the “I love you” or the brush of lips on my forehead. But his fragrance lingered. Jovan musk, I think. Mingled with the scent of yesterday’s line-dried sheets and the freshened potpourri (Claire Burke original) that fills the big shell on our dresser. And still a hint of […]
I Find Solace
trembling heaving nose to neck and heart to heart tear damp shoulder with gentle whispers in my hair i am protectively encircled and i find solace in my husband’s arms. Linking today to Random Acts of Poetry at High Calling Blogs and One Shot Wednesday.
In the Yearning and the Wrestling
We camped a lot when our children were young. We had a little 13-foot fiberglass Scamp (purchased when there was just us two) and then a pop-up camper. We wrestled the kids out to the Hart-Montague Rail Trail, plying them with doughnuts halfway into the ride. Abby much preferred to tear around the campground and […]
In My Mind On a Michigan Monday
The porch swing calls me this morning to bring coffee in my new Michigan mug and my bowl of blackberries and spend a little quiet time. Corn leaves wave good morning, and angelic hosta trumpets nod in the gentle breeze. I take a moment to pinch the faded heads of yellow and burnt orange and […]
