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Haiku, nature, Objects, Personal

Solomon’s Seal (NPM ’16-Day 24)

Solomon’s Seal lacy petticoat green leaves bower leggy height cure for many ills texture complements pieris, hostas, roses salve for green-starved eyes © 2016 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved) *************** My sister gave me a Solomon's Seal plant about a year ago. It did well. But when it came up this spring,  I had… Continue reading Solomon’s Seal (NPM ’16-Day 24)

nature, Religious

Earth Day Prayer (NPM ’16-Day 23)

Earth Day Prayer O Creator of the Earth from its systems and creatures may I learn and make my own the faithfulness of the sun the inevitability of day-night rhythms the wisdom of cycles the faith of a seed the determination of a shoot the generosity of green the persistence of water the kindness of… Continue reading Earth Day Prayer (NPM ’16-Day 23)

Cinquain, Form poems, Personal

Tax Time (NPM ’16-Day 22)

Tax Time Number crunches reconciliations… what I need when I must do my taxes. Quicken holds my numbers generates report for neighbourhood accountant—tax time good friend. Boxes all filled in right? Have faith in tax person. Rebate in bank account proves we’re all done! © 2016 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved) Photo: Pixabay.com

light, Poetry Friday

Highrise-welcomer (NPM ’16-Day 21)

Highrise-welcomer I’m an airplane-envelope rainbow-holder, bird-chamber wind-route, cloud-churn lightning-conductor. Show off turbine’s locus and weather vane’s point, I’m a bee-bowl, rain-route pollen-suspender. Full of atmospheric dregs hold your breathable brew, I rhyme with “my” on a sunny day I’m blue… What am I? © 2016 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved) ************* This poem came… Continue reading Highrise-welcomer (NPM ’16-Day 21)

Religious, Spiritual Journey Thursday

The Longsuffering of Old Bibles (NPM ’16-Day 20)

Do you have a collection of old Bibles in your house? We do. Old Bibles in various versions stand neatly on shelves in the basement. They can also be found stacked with other books on my bedside table, buried in trunks, and in my study. I've found a slim New Testament in an old purse… Continue reading The Longsuffering of Old Bibles (NPM ’16-Day 20)

Cinquain, Form poems, Personal

Mother Speaks (NPM ’16-Day 19)

Mother Speaks Do not throw it away, we’ll use it for patches. We can always eat bread—and eggs. Na-yo.* Are you reading again? Still not done the dishes? You could always weed the garden. Homework? Early. So much to do. I’ll be in the garden. Don’t be listening on the line. Felt pens! Can you… Continue reading Mother Speaks (NPM ’16-Day 19)

Haiku, nature

Spring’s Nuptials (NPM ’16-Day 18)

Spring’s Nuptials White cherry blossoms line and canopy the street decorated aisle Dance under blossoms air drifting with confetti distant cars honk horns Trees put on spring green over fading pink petals tired blooms in drifts © 2016  by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved) ************ The topic of sakura (flowering cherry blossoms) on Wonderopolis, paired… Continue reading Spring’s Nuptials (NPM ’16-Day 18)

Kids, Objects

Ink Jet Printer (NPM ’16-Day 17)

Ink Jet Printer Printer fires up, then silence thinks awhile, then putters… pushes out the paper in chugs and grunts and sputters. We would mutter too if we had his hard assignment: Make the picture colorful while staying in alignment. As he complains and stutters charges in his nozzle heads are giving chip instructions to… Continue reading Ink Jet Printer (NPM ’16-Day 17)

Form poems, nature, Personal

Spring’s Debutantes (NPM ’16-Day 16)

Spring’s Debutantes Party deb Pansy and, before her, Crocus whisper in royal shades of an amethyst queen. Frilly Lilac and loose-limbed Wisteria trailing scented clouds of hocus-pocus languid on trellis and bower lean. The starchy Tulip sisters dressed in flames bring to this dance a daring new criteria, strut a bold contrast to spring’s purple… Continue reading Spring’s Debutantes (NPM ’16-Day 16)

People, Poems by others, Poetry Friday

Progressive Poem 2016 – Day 16

How lovely to have this poem land on my desk all eager to find out what that little perched "divining seer" is beaming about (thank you, Matt, for handing me the baton of an easy rhyme). Here is the poem so far with my line at the bottom in bold. A squall of hawk wings… Continue reading Progressive Poem 2016 – Day 16