Still mothering me Five days ago would have been your birthday. It’s been eight years … But you still visit me often keep me cool every summer when I slip on the brown sundress rescued from your closet wrap your arms around me every winter week it’s the old magenta sweater’s turn. Sometimes I catch… Continue reading Still mothering me
Play with words Toy with words and you play with fire Gather memories like moss and kindling Quartz against quartz, ideas friction and spark Wisp of smoke is a portent Gather memories like moss and kindling Focus thought to a pinpoint through the lens of time Wisp of smoke is a portent Soon we will… Continue reading Play with words
Texture Poem CORduROYcorDUroyCORduROY WHICKwhackWHICKwhackWHICKwhack taDAtaDAtaDAtaDAtaDAtaDAtaDA warmCOLDwarmCOLDwarmCOLDwarm HAPPYsadHAPPYsadHAPPYsadHAPPYsad SUNmonTUEwedTHUfriSATsunMONtue... janFEBmarAPRmayJUNjulAUGsepOCTnovDEC © 2017 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved) *************** Prompt - Inspiration Write a poem that highlights (puts in relief like braille) a particular texture: gritty or smooth, rubbery or sharp, slimy or dry. Do whatever you can with language and imagery to achieve this sensory… Continue reading Texture poem
Thirteenth Summer It wasn’t that I could not get up the nerve to water-ski or that I hated myself in a bathing suit It was bare feet of tanned twins next to mine in that Waskesiu boat smoothly brown as Indian princesses nails polished the pink of shells beside my pasty sandaled peasants that made… Continue reading Thirteenth Summer
Lady in white Today on my walk I pass a trim little old lady all in summer white, though the wind is sharp and at night frost still nips the rooftops. As she strides by our eyes meet, we exchange a momentary smile, and I think how she is probably a literary sort–a stream of… Continue reading Lady in white
Hi, and welcome to my blog this Spiritual Journey (first) Thursday of April. I’m your host today. Have you ever experienced things coming together in your life in surprising yet seemingly meant-to-be kinds of ways? That has just happened to me. Late last year I felt the urge to again pursue an old love of… Continue reading Springtime of a new habit (SJfT)
Searching Forgiveness Forgiveness – what it is and what it isn’t It is not enabling It is not about forgetting Forgiveness is uncommon but possible miraculous, the answer God’s intervention, Divine the final form of love Forgiveness is the flip side of gratitude simply a one-sided transaction a selfish act, an inhuman quality a Six… Continue reading Searching Forgiveness
pink elephant corn childhood’s quick-vanishing treat branches pop pink spring © 2017 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved) ************ Prompt - Inspiration This April 2012 haiku was prompted by Spring, of course. What more is there to say? ~*~*~*~*~ This April I’m celebrating National Poetry Month by posting some not-as-yet published poems from my files,… Continue reading pink elephant corn
On Saturday the writing prompt at NaPoWriMo included a Paris Review interview of Kay Ryan. In it I discovered that she enjoys using clichés as inspiration: I often find myself thinking in clichés. I’ll urge myself on with various bromides and chasten myself with others. When I want to write they’re one way to start… Continue reading Limelight
Storing I am storing up Bible verses on index cards a collection of river stones against the day I’ll need to remember* a shed full of life rafts for when I am in deep water a freezer of cooked dinners for a time when life is too hectic to cook a meal from scratch out… Continue reading Storing
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