The week ahead will see the first rounds of the March Madness 2013 Poetry Showdown at Ed Decaria's blog Think Kid Think. The format of March Madness competition, with each poet given a surprise ingredient (word) to inspire and use in their poem, reminded me of the Food Network show Chopped. In Chopped the contestants… Continue reading Chopped–March Madness Edition
TABITHA While others haggled over meat and fish I caressed bolts of nubby linen examined weave of wool marveled at the rich lightness of silk. When I became disciple love of finery and fabric was all I had to give the Risen Wearer of the unseamed cloak. Then I forsook my search for that embroidered… Continue reading Tabitha
Leah “…bury me with my fathers…. There they buried Abraham and Sarah…Isaac and Rebekah…and there I buried Leah” - Jacob in Genesis 49:29-31 The morning after Jacob lay with me even my weak eyes saw his anger. When I give him a son he will love me. Even my weak eyes saw his joy at… Continue reading Leah
fog penetrates cold through jackets bites into boots and gloves grips bones greedy for more breathes on windows slips under doors muffles traffic’s roar with cotton batting drivers grope through the tulle maneuver cautious past blurred landscapes strain to see crimson pinpricks ahead standards looming green, yellow, red weakens under distant globe like consciousness after… Continue reading fog
The Witness of Rooms The heart of our family was the dining room more than the tight kitchen with its claustrophobia of cupboards woodbox on wheels, tilting-out flour bin that hid desperate-legged beetles and gas stove whose oven POOF! terrified me when I was eight. The dining room had the fridge and the wood table… Continue reading The witness of rooms
Messy Poetry is messy all these snippets of poems lying around all these lines that keep asking to be changed or moved into another poem altogether how do I keep track? And look at these books —mere brochures with spines too skinny for titles slight, yet too weighty for the garbage lovely to hold but… Continue reading Messy – Poetry Friday
Tea-a-tete I steep in your presence your interest draws from me thoughts I had stashed We brew a future infused with possibility fragrant with hope cosy in each others company our dreams in the pot at the end of Celestial it is time to uphold ceremony and become a party to our unique blend ©… Continue reading Tea-a-tete
Fiscal crisis This American Sentence is a poem bribe for a guilt-free evening. Yesterday’s two-hour walk was payment for day-before-yesterday’s pan of brownies. That crocheted afghan is rent for time in front of the Food Network. These last two hours liking all your updates and pages are paying forward the success of my current work-in-progress… Continue reading Fiscal crisis
Two poems about Christmas i this is a poem about the last page a poem about feeling panicked a poem about lists this is a poem about shopping and tired feet about choosing the right card then signing your name 47 times a poem about wrapping paper, tape and ribbon this is a poem about… Continue reading Two poems about Christmas
Ben’s Quilt I got this quilt from Grandma Put it on the floor Ran my cars along the roads And made the engines roar, Raced my speedboat in the lake Drove the kids to school, Picked up groceries at the store And hauled wheat to the Pool.* Other blankets are for sleep But this one… Continue reading Ben’s quilt
Violet Nesdoly 