We honor portals. Dress them with beads, Hang them with wreaths, Set mezuzahs in the doorposts, Recognizing that we move between the worlds And our transitions Beg for blessings.
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Meeting Miss Mollie…2pm
Okay, she definitely didn’t look like the usual sixty year old. Who was I kidding? She didn’t look like the usual anything. I couldn’t put my finger on it. (neither would she let me). She was the quintessential breath of fresh air on a stale,…
Letter to Emily Bronte
Dear Miss Emily Bronte of the sisters five How did you create love as a muddled hive? How dare Catherine defy the love she never hated? Why did you not simplify love as it was created? I had often thought to ask of Heathcliff of…
A Poem to Emily- Poem #5 for Half Marathon
A Poem to Emily- Poem #5 for Poetry Half Marathon by Ingrid Your words come to me in the Night Release, Religion and Birds in flight. Creeping into my sleeping hours Dripping metaphors with great powers. Stanzas choked with memories of Pain,…
Sixth Post: Portal
Portal An archway, a portal, Hidden doorway in a secret garden. Touching my hand to the trees lining the path, I step across its boundaries. I enter another world, Of stone and ice and wind, Just five steps further, And I lose sight of the…
6. poem in 5 parts
Poem in 5 parts i. I am only one person a door opening into mother wife daughter sister grandmother writer a window broken a door unhinged opening into madness ii. I am only one person so I remind myself in the dark hours…
Letter to Isaac
Hello again I know it seems like forever Probably even like never. How have you been, wherever it is you are? Is that you I see, by that tiny star? Is it cold out there, or warm? Is space quiet or is it like a…
From Drought to Sea
Hidden deep within the caves of a poet’s mind… is inspiration. Seen on the pages of a poet’s book… is creativity. Separately, they wither in the drought… of writer’s block. Together, they inspire others to create their own… seas of poetry.
Clueless
Topic, topic, find a topic Can I be, this myopic? Lots of choices. Many voices. Brain is racing. Stay with pacing. Keep it going. Words just flowing. Halfway there. Do not despair.
Drifting in Dark water
Lost on a Black River The water is so dark and erry Feel the vampire bites of the river mosquitoes on your hands and feet Death seems to be in the air, as the trees sway in the breeze The moon lits the river…