Mountain “By Your favour, O Lord, You have made my mountain stand strong.” Psalm 30:7 The hill outside my Golden Motel is a face of barren gravel nourishing only weeds though pines grow up it’s angled backbone— everyday grace from hard mercy. The gunmetal peak rising behind it appears impermeable, immovable. Now partly obscured by… Continue reading Mountain
Out of my element I bushwack through brush trying to remember to hand off face-high branches to the hiker just behind keep an eye out for stinging nettle, poison oak haul myself up thigh-burningly steep hills, inch down steep declines side-footed with the caution of an arthritic senior but when we reach the stream bridged… Continue reading Out of my element
ground cover carpet fit for royalty purple periwinkle © 2017 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved) ************** Prompt - Inspiration A walk outside in spring is always inspiring! ~*~*~*~*~ This April I’m celebrating National Poetry Month by posting some not-as-yet published poems from my files, along with what inspired them. If the prompt inspires you… Continue reading carpet
Physiotherapy appointment For one hour a week us hip surgery survivors meet on the fantasy island of the physiotherapy gym. A technician in orange T-shirt butterflies from one cot to the next sets a wedge under knees straps a weight to an ankle harnesses a foot in a stirrup links the stirrup to a spring… Continue reading Physiotherapy appointment
Life between the rows I look down at my garden at tight pink hyacinths ready to pop green spears of tulip clumped in the randomness of fall planting but nothing stirs in me except guilt. I should be out there softening the soil letting in the air, stirring it to a rich black backdrop that… Continue reading Life between the rows
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
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
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)
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
And so the work of writing a poem a day begins... work it starts with pen on paper it’s scribbles and cross-outs and trying again it’s squeezing eyes shut to focus it’s herding cat-thoughts into an orderly, logical line it’s silence no music, the door closed no one dropping into my office to chat it’s… Continue reading work
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