Here is my response to the weekly photo challenge: Spare. Right under the wire! Prayer to the furry gods: You got a bite of this one, (The first) It’s only fair. You can finish it, too, if you wish. But could you spare the green one next to it?
Tag: poetry
Daily Writing Prompt: Purpose/change
Purpose/change Was: Teenagers. Education. Going to work every day and diluting the negativity in the atmosphere. Being the teacher my first grade teacher was NOT. Creating a safe, welcoming environment where students can learn and grow. Creating theatre and showing students brand new to the concept the magic it holds. Now: ?… Murky… No, it’s…
Caretaking Haiku Part Two
For the more Kerouac type of Haiku writer. (Not strictly 5-7-5!) She lives in a sauna with cold hands and we all just sweat for her. Gets a weekly flower – We talk about it for seven days. She’s no longer allowed to pick up things off the floor. Still does. When…
Caretaking Haiku
5-7-5 for you traditional types: Boney, Arthritic hugs. The strongest and longest I’ve ever gotten. Her face gets big and happy when I now know what her Polish words mean. Feel like a complete failure- ran out of oatmeal Not even aware. She learns we don’t have oatmeal today, waves quick…
The Doors in This House 4/3/16
In this house I must keep fighting with the porch door, They close all throughout this house but don’t latch. The only way to win is to slam it hard And wiggle the handle wildly. He wakes from the other room, It’s past noon And is yelling at the sound. We aren’t sleeping well Too…
The Gift That on Most Days She Hasn’t Lost 4/3/16
The Gift That on Most Days She Hasn’t Forgotten 4/3/16 As she continues to translate the prayer From Polish to English One of the ones her father taught her In his slow and deliberate way My mind is not with her. Neither knowing Polish or the lord, I use the long time as she closes…
Maps to Where She’s Been
April is National Poetry Month! My mind seemed to have forgotten by not my fingers. I’ve been producing a lot of poems lately. I thought I’d share! Maps to Where She’s Been She fears the murky places in her memory, Places she can no longer go. Ancient cartographers would have simply scrawled “There be dragons”…
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