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
Tomorrow is April 1st. As I write that I feel a frisson of excitement. April is National Poetry Month (in Canada, the U.S. and perhaps other places too). This April, as I’ve done during the last several Aprils, I’m planning to drop other projects and works-in-progress and concentrate on poetry. Yes!! Last year I wrote… Continue reading Preserving
Note to Spring The monsoons of March with their downpours and douses are greening the sides of the fences and houses. Yes, we love green (it is St. Paddy's Day, after all!) but we’re eager for more colors to brighten the outdoor decor. Purple and yellow red, blue, pink, and white we’re longing to find… Continue reading Note to Spring
Curling In the hack and grip your rock crouch and graceful glide precise eyes on broom across the sheet send the stone along the ice. But you can’t hit everything— need to keep the four-rock rule. Play it cagey—make the tick learned in Weagle curling school. Skip is yelling from the house to the sweepers,… Continue reading Curling
I’m delighted to be joining the celebration of former U.S. Poet Laureate Billy Collins and his 76th birthday on March 22nd. (Thanks to Heidi Mordhorst and others for the suggestion and heads-up on this!) Though I don’t have any complete books of Billy Collins’ poetry, I’ve come across many of his poems online and have… Continue reading Collins and Canada
A few weeks ago Ed DeCaria announced that the March Madness poetry competition would be back with a new name (Madness! Poetry) and a new website (madnesspoetry.com). At that time he put out the call for poets to audition to be an authlete in the competition. One part of the audition was to write an… Continue reading Concession (for now)
We had a snow day on Sunday. No church. No walk. (Superbowl for hubby, though - the TV wasn’t snowed in.) I used the gift of those extra hours to tidy up my gmail and in the process came across a poetry prompt that I couldn’t resist. So I also wrote a poem. Mustard Seeds… Continue reading Mustard
Though right now I’m giving my main attention to another writing project, daily walks still inspire haiku-length ditties. Experience the season with me… Back gangrenous snow approves bitter new day clenched in freezing’s headlock. Frigid morning—still Winter’s hit the snooze button while we watch for Spring. White quilt melted. Cover’s off for all to see… Continue reading Seasonal haiku
Welcome to Poetry Friday, hosted right here today. When I realized, early this month, that I, a Canadian, had signed up to host on the very day of the U.S. inauguration, I gave myself a head slap. What was I thinking? Why hadn’t I noticed earlier? I feel like the wrong person to host today,… Continue reading Poetry Friday – aim high edition
January Almanac Frosted black pavement Slush hillocks turned ice, packed snow Slippery when wet Streetlights spot diamonds Every street a booby-trap of black ice East outflow winds Harsh, strong, glittering, long freeze-drying Winter Puffy Capsize coat Icebreaker socks, Northside boots my new best friends © 2017 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved) **************** Winter has… Continue reading January Almanac
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