Stardust

-Beth Wangler

The sky, gorged with the dust of infinite lights,for all history has hungas a canopy over every great and noble deed,a muse to the creators ofthe highest masterpieces. These glowing constellations of storied heroeshave guided men on adventuresand guided them back home. I lift my eyes to this stardust expanseand dream of the adventureI most …

For the Perfectionists

-Beth Wangler

You’re worth more than the sum _______of your parts. Your value’s established _______and firm. You’re not _______a grade _______a job _______a diagnosis _______a gender _______a name _______a choice _______a failure _______a success– You. are. you. There are no other yous in this _______whole wide world, nor have there ever been. You are invaluable _______precious _______dear. …

Let the Boys Do That

-Beth Wangler

As a little girl, I spent much of my time digging in the backyard and dreaming up stories. I’m discovering that this activity still brings me remarkable inspiration.  This poem I share with you came to me while digging weeds out of the back lawn. At the top of the list of things I hate …

Moon Keeper

-Beth Wangler

Inspiration can come when you least expect it.  Today, I bring you a poem inspired by Ashley Hansen’s Twitter post: It’s a pretty fun idea, right?  I couldn’t get it out of my head, and to keep my sanity, those kinds of persistent story ideas usually come out in poems.  (That way I can use …

Repost: House of Sorrow

Hey friends! I think I mentioned before that I’m trying an abridged form of Nano Wrimo this month. Word counts don’t motivate me, and I know better than to burn myself out by making myself too tired to be creative at all. Combine that with the fact that, somehow, I’ve been steadily writing 6 days …

Thankfulness

-Beth Wangler

I’m Thankful For… by Beth Wangler The breath in my lungs, The beat of my heart, The warmth of the sun When a new day starts, The cool breeze that blows, Sweet mint tea, The sunset that glows O’er a picnic by the sea, The look of wonder When a struggle is won, Peals of …

Good-bye

-Beth Wangler

There was no fearsome, violent brawl Or raging storm between us. There was no icy winter road Or long, silent estrangement. No, it was a mellow autumn evening When you tossed the last stone, The accusation of some small fault, That shattered my resilience And, instead of rising one more time Inside the shelter of …

I’m Sorry

I’m Sorry by Beth Wangler   Please don’t reply, “It’s not your fault.” The phrase may be other than An admission of guilt. Instead it could be An expression of Heartfelt sympathy And the genuine wish For your well-being.