A while ago, I wrote about a bush in my backyard that I pruned to be shaped like a heart, a bush which became sort of a metaphor for my heart. You can read that post here. I’ve learned another lesson from my heart bush that I wanted to share with you. Over the winter,…
I’m a history major–I think I’ve mentioned that before. As I approach the end of my schooling, all the history stuff I’ve learned over the past years is finally bubbling to the surface and becoming an integral part of my thinking. It’s so exciting!! So, here’s a history lesson and a poem :) In class…
“If you’re worried and you can’t sleep, just count your blessings instead of sheep and you’ll fall asleep counting your blessings” (Bing Crosby, “Count Your Blessings (Instead of Sheep)”). I’m not sure exactly why this song just popped into my head, but I am very glad it did. I recently realized that I’ve been complaining…
The best of days are days like these, when my grandchildren come to visit. I play catch with vivacious little Timmy, laugh with Isaac when he sticks the wooden spoon into the bowl of flower and milk and dust flies everywhere, and I sit and drink tea with solemn, sweet Abbie while she reads a…
Before yesterday, I had no idea this award existed. Then annamarievs honored me with a nomination and really knocked my socks off, so to speak–so thank you! I am so humbled by this, because I frequently get very insecure about my writing and wonder if anyone reads what I write, other than my wonderful followers….
I wonder how it came to be That magma cooled for thousands of years, Pushing forward toward the sky, Rolling, rolling down a stream, Till, cool and polished, This mottled stone came to me. I wonder how it came to be That someone dropped a tiny seed, Which the wind wrapped in a blanket…
The first thing I did this morning was go to the gym. That’s a lie. The rest of the world thinks I was at the gym. The first thing I really did this morning was assume a false identity and jump on a train out of Pleasanton. The truth is, no one knows where I…
I had to write a poem using a metaphor and/or simile for my class. It shouldn’t be that hard, right? Basically every poem I’ve written is or has a metaphor. No, it was very hard. This is all I could come up with: Laziness You are a Bradford pear tree in bloom, Branches abounding…
There’s a golden clock In a clear glass dome Above six figures in a circle On the fireplace mantle. . I remember Grandma when I was a young girl. She laughed and baked and gardened And sat in her chair and read. So the clock ticked a happy tune And the figures beneath it danced….
I promised you a lot of poems, and so I must deliver :) Here’s a new one! Several years back, there were really bad brush fires where I lived. For no apparent reason, I thought of them and had to write this poem. I am a sentinel at the second-floor window watching the amber tongues…
