Tagged: poetrythursday

It’s been a long time since I posted any poetry and that’s a sad thing. It’s been even longer since I wrote any, which is sadder. I read this poem online tonight and it was also because of a sad thing…one of the bloggers I read had posted it in tribute to her brother-in-law who recently passed away from cancer. It really struck me, and while I know most of my friends are fans of Mary Oliver’s work and are probably familiar with it, I thought I’d share it anyway. Mysteries, Yes by Mary Oliver Truly, we live with mysteries...

For the ones who bring it I started to name you, tossing out monikers here on the evening air so you would hear You would know how much you matter You would think: wow! little ‘ol me? Your names, a litany of light that goes Around and around this great big globe A tangled connection of something bigger than the earth It reaches from me to you All the way round and back again I hold on with both hands and call your names: yes, you.

I have always been partial to e.e. cummings although I know he tends to engender either shining adoration or pure-black hatred in people. It seems to me that his poems express joy better than nearly anyones. Joy in living, joy in love, joy in language. I bet he bounced in his seat when he finished writing one. I sometimes bounce in my seat when I finish reading one. Like this one, for example. 🙂 you shall above all things be glad and young by e.e. cummings you shall above all things be glad and young For if you’re young, whatever...

I love cool weather. Cool weather with sunshine. Warm enough to be outside, but cool enough to warrant a sweater. Leaves dropping to lie in scuffilicious piles. Clouds meandering like sky sheep, grazing over the blue. Flags snapping lazily in the barest of breezes. Heavy laden fruit trees. Haybales glowing in the sunshine. The delicious anticipation of the autumn leaves turning to flame. CYCLE by Elizabeth Slaughter-Ek There is good in every thing, When the wind begins to sing, The pumpkin grows and your breath shows The scent of cider in your nose. There is good in every time. The...

I played clarinet for 3 months when I was in the 5th grade. My big hit was Mary Had a Little Lamb. I remember the smell of the clarinet case and the way you had to suck the reeds to get them moist before you played. I don’t remember now why I didn’t continue with my lessons, but that 3 months was the only formal training I ever had in playing a musical instrument…apart from my voice. I suspect my mother would have loved to have given us the chance to take piano lessons, but being in a military family...

29 for the, hrm…somethingth time. Awakened at 6:30 a.m. to flowers, gifts, singing, and the smiling faces of my family. Greeted with fresh-baked homemade cinnamon scones and hugs from colleagues. Plans for lunch in town and sushi dinner later. The day is looking good so far! 🙂 A Birthday Poem Ted Kooser Just past dawn, the sun stands with its heavy red head in a black stanchion of trees, waiting for someone to come with his bucket for the foamy white light, and then a long day in the pasture. I too spend my days grazing, feasting on every green...

I love sleeping in. In fact, ‘love’ is really not a strong enough word for the pleasure I derive from simply not having to get out of bed on any given morning. You can judge my enthusiasm for my job by the fact that I prefer to get up early each weekday morning to go do it rather than turning over, slapping the off button on the alarm with a flailing hand and burrowing back into my pillow. I’m not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination, but I do believe in starting off each day on the...

My family is at the beach for the 3rd day in a row. Me, I’m not at the beach, because I’m the burn-and-peel type, plus have you been at the beach? If you don’t go into the water, it’s all just …hot and cancerous. What I love best about these heatmaze summer days is the evenings, when the sun cuts us some slack and lights up the front of the dusk-clouds with rose and gold. When the air kisses us with a cool promise of evening breezes and the screens on the windows sway in and out so gently. When...