I remember Blossom who kept me company when Dad was angry she sang “Row, Row, Row Your Boat” lazily and merrily and tried not to be scared, so I could be brave I remember taking Blossom with me to kindergarten that first day when I…

The Dictionary.com word of the day for Saturday is paucity. Paucity When something is lacking or needing more when there is only a bit of any particular thing a deficit of dimes for the coin collector, a scarcity of snakes for the snake lover, a…

Rainbow-rimmed orange Slice painted on the cloudy canvas, full of hope

I read about a call for poems about World Food Day with inspiring, forward-looking messages against hunger. You can read more about it on Laura Shoven’s blog if you are interested. I’m drafting a poem here for the Poetry Marathon. Quivering, savage, ravaging pain Intolerable,…

so much depends upon the rock pile skyscraper against the periwinkle sky spread with streaks of sourdough cloud formations and a sunrise of good hope First line taken from William Carlos Williams ‘The Red Wheelbarrow’. Prompt – Use at least five of these words/phrases:  Forest…

Count your chickens Count your eggs Eggs of potential Eggs of hope Hope in the future Hope to grow a family Family of freedom Family of reconciling Reconciling misunderstandings Reconciling brokenness Brokenness of thin skin Brokenness of pride Pride in perfection Pride in knowing Knowing…

Normal Normal, who throws going out to dinner around like we never forgot and asks, how’s it going? who is ever changing and wears different gear each season who sometimes is busy every hour and sometimes has nothing to do but overeat until we finally…

I learned about an Elfchen poem from Donnetta Norris this past week. Here is one about walking from the last hour’s prompt. Stride to find all the hopes promised in arriving ready Strong

Oh my goodness. It is only 7:00 p.m. here, but I’m already slap happy. I just grabbed a scary book off the shelf and will use the last line. Here goes nothing… No Witnesses It was the first time the roof of the emerald convertible…

On Friday, I read a lot of Zentangle poems. A zentangle poem is a blackout or erasure poem, a sort of found poem with designs made on the unused portions, instead of just blacking out the extra words. Read more about it on this post…