Wisdom across the nations tells the same truth The Irish say, “If you do not sow in the Spring, You will not reap in the autumn.” Other cultures teach the story of the busy ant working hard to prepare, and the grasshopper who just…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
A child is born
Celebrate together A mystery A Savior Families, friends, Food, traditions Joy and gifts Celebrate in peace With love and rejoice The reason of the Season @Maritza – Hour Ten
#10. Simple Sea
Deep within the oceans depths (blue and back and green) bubbles speak with day glow streaks in muted mystery. I dare not venture down there, beneath the rolling waves Where I can not touch the ground…. We think so much it complicates so much simplicity…
Georgian Bay Spirits Rise- A Traditional Haiku by Ingrid Exner Poem and Prompt 10
Water Spirits Rise From The depths of Georgian Bay Jewelled Skies sparkle surprise Haiku, Poem and Prompt 10 by Ingrid Exner
A Southern Hemisphere Holiday
I love the smell of snow If only we had it in these parts It’s dry here I don’t like the smell of hot cement In danger of Christmas not being merry Patiently awaiting the new year.
Hour 3 – “Done” doesn’t rhyme with “Bone”
I just wanna go home. But the park I came to roam: So that I could be alone. . No electronic prisons or cell-phone. . …
Hour Ten
The Holidays My family sits all around as I begin to open my presents another year older and yet two more steps behind “When will you get married?” “Why are you studying English?” “How do you expect to make a living?” “Writing won’t pay the…
Peking
Clouds of smog cover the city, Winter in Beijing. Stern looks as the visa is stamped. The driver points to KFC, all that’s wrong with the world, we smile and zip those lips. Tiananmen square, I know what happened here, Again with the lips zipping,…
Christmas Memories
Delicate cookies baking in rows A tower of lights twinkling Mystery packages with sticky bows Footie pajamas and puffy over-clothes Long nights and cold, cold air Anticipation everywhere Album art with snow-themed scenes Icicles hanging from eaves Fireplace with dancing flames A cup of cocoa…
Thanksgiving, 1991
Mother stroked and I cried in the bathroom. I was acting so strangely, trying not to yell at the kids. But I did, and my sister yelled at me. We did pull it together, roasting the turkey and mashing potatoes. There was gravy…