@michellia
active 4 years, 5 months ago-
Michellia wrote a new post, RHUBARB 4 years, 5 months ago
bitter is what I remember,
growing stoutly against the leaning barn,
broad green leaves with
familiar red stalks,
a row of healthy fruit
that Grandma would sweeten
and make pies for Sunday […] -
Michellia wrote a new post, TRAILER LIFE 4 years, 5 months ago
back home again,
at the trailer,
and it seems that I can see –
the gleaming street light,
still shining bright,
by the curb for me,
the fresh cut grass,
sends out it’s fragrance,
on the streets I used to […] -
Michellia wrote a new post, WHEEL HORSE 4 years, 5 months ago
on our place on Old 31 in Franklin,
we had a three compartment garage –
the left side is where Grandpa kept the
old red riding lawn mower that he kept
sharp to keep a beautiful lawn;
it was a Wheel Horse a […]-
good clear fluent words. They flow well and describe so I can see the mower and have a good sense of him.
look at this section again.
he harbored so much knowledge;
He bought the lawnmower very used, but
in his vast brain he just knew inherently how
to fix it. He was smart like that.I think we knowledge suggests something we learn,and you are talking about talent,an inherent and inborn skill. Was he smart like that in other ways? I’m just more interested in him/
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I am so appreciative of your constructive input. I will definitely make corrections. Thank you.
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Michellia wrote a new post, BLIZZARD OF '78 4 years, 5 months ago
Cold so bitter that a long draw
of air would pull the cilia inside your lungs;
grab a handful of these tiny hairs and pull
until the breath of air turned into a deep cough;
the snow,
so high, the clothes […]-
I have one of these memories, an ice storm in Oklahoma when I was 13 or 14. We took an old wooden ironing board, turned it upside down, and rode it down the hill again and and again.
Well-written memory poem.
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I was eight, and a brand new transplant to Indiana from Florida, for the blizzard of ’78. I was certain every winter would be that magical, and what a letdown when I found out that was unusual! Thank you for the reminder of a bit of childhood magic.
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My memories of snow in Indiana are so pleasant. I miss everything about it. Tennessee just does not get much snow. We get ice, which is dangerous. Thank you both for your thoughts.
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Michellia wrote a new post, ALICE 4 years, 5 months ago
she was a tractor,
and Alice Chalmers,
a restored red/orange piece of history
that Grandpa poured sweat into,
bringing us an easier way to break the ground;Ol’ Alice was a beloved family member,
parked n […] -
Michellia wrote a new post, DIGGIN' TATERS 4 years, 5 months ago
nothin’ smells better than
Indiana dirt,
bein’ turned with a pitchfork,
tines sharp enough to pierce
clean through
anything that is in it’s path;taters exposed for the first time
to the summer sun, […]-
I really like your work.
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Thank you so much brewthepoet
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Michellia wrote a new post, TREE HOUSE 4 years, 5 months ago
It takes just the right tree
to build the proper tree house;
we had just that tree –
the sprawled red apple tree
made just that house,
complete with a proper ladder
and sturdy old board floor,
built l […] -
Michellia wrote a new post, APPLE TREES 4 years, 5 months ago
We had an abundance of trees
to slice the horizon into a beautiful half circle;
blessed with two knobby apple trees
that guaranteed apple butter to spice up
our fall dinner table;
Nothing wasted as my pioneer […] -
Michellia wrote a new post, THE BAT TREE 4 years, 5 months ago
you never saw such a wretched tree,
standing in the middle of a beautiful, full ivy patch;
the tree was dead,
but had eerie life nesting inside it’s hollow;
quiet during the day in it’s spooky sta […] -
Michellia wrote a new post, HUNTING MOREL MUSHROOMS 4 years, 5 months ago
Under the moist blanket of pine needles
and cool, dark, loose soil,
early afternoon,
though the veil of pine trees dropping
its shroud of duskiness over the forrest;
and in places we looked yesterday,
we […] -
Michellia wrote a new post, PEACH PITS 4 years, 5 months ago
after winter opened her taught fist,
and mountains of snow made ponds in the yard,
my Grandmother nurtured peach pit seeds
for weeks –
ready for transplant…
she mixed rich soil and added her secret nut […] -
Michellia wrote a new post, GRANDMA'S GRAPE ARBOR 4 years, 5 months ago
Standing tall in it’s stately manner,
curved at the top and rich purple grapes
growing up the trellis and overhead,
prolific with fruit and beautiful to see;
in just weeks all that plump fruit
will be c […] -
Michellia wrote a new post, INDY DAY 4 years, 5 months ago
The end of May when all the cars show up
at the Speedway,
preliminary races entertain the crowd,
warming up the beaten track
and smells of rubber fill the nostrils;
car lovers live for this day as the […] -
Michellia wrote a new post, MILK WEED 4 years, 5 months ago
Crusty, mousy brown pods,
that only a month before was a pleasant prickly green,
tops so pointed,
they nip the fingertips,
breaking the stem,
brings oozing milk
in the circumference of the shoot;
cool […] -
Michellia wrote a new post, CAMP ATTERBURY 4 years, 5 months ago
Edinburgh –
Indiana, not England,
1970s
where random explosions
burst through the
purple and orange evening sky –
uneasy flocks of birds
trying to find a place of quiet,
a place to safely perch,
we liv […] -
Michellia wrote a new post, FIREFLIES 4 years, 5 months ago
June.
Warm, breezy, dark evenings,
my sisters and I ran circles in the back yard,
my grandparents sitting in their
aluminum, mesh webbed chairs,
a pleasant childhood playground,
Ball jars with […]
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Michellia wrote a new post, EVERGREENS IN JANUARY 4 years, 5 months ago
As I push back the curtains,
the shrubbery below the frosty window,
in it’s evergreen style –
with it’s small prickly green foliage,
home to bagworms during summer,
nestling pockets of snow now,
in the glimm […] -
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Michellia wrote a new post, The Consuming and Raging War of The Poetics 6 years, 4 months ago
Part XI
We all know,
not all dreams are pleasant,
and as my body gives in to the wares of war,
I drift into a dream far away;
past days of my mother’s brutality,
into the realm of falling in love and e […]-
Please tell me you got out and found peace. This story is heartbreaking and explicit.
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I’m bipolar. I have seasons of unrest but currently I am stable. Thanks for asking.
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I divorced my husband after 20 years of struggles.
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Line 3 do you mean the waves of war?
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I meant wares as in inanimate objects. Souvenirs of discontent.
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Michellia wrote a new post, The Raging and Consuming War of The Poetics 6 years, 5 months ago
Part II
The war continued day and night,
for years and years and years,
the girl kept silent behind the red vinyl bunker,
the poet inside mustering courage to
actually draw pictures and put words to […]-
“The red vinyl bunker” – I love that image. The mystery of the girl’s secrets and the conflict of the artist were so compelling.
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This is SO compact – and yet it says SO much (sorry for all the capitals!). I love the fact that you begin the poem with the word ‘bitter’ (what I certainly identify with unsweetened rhubarb) and conclude the poem with the image of the pie made by your Grandmother for Sunday dinner. Lovely!
Thank you for taking time to comment on my poem. I remember rhubarb so well growing up – that bitterness and how my Grandmother could make it taste so good. Good memories.