pulse “Music to me is like breathing— I don’t get tired of breathing, I don’t get tired of music” - Ray Charles music is the moon-pull of the blood it snares the heartbeat in hypnotic rhythms of smoky blue jazz it snares the heartbeat with swaying taproots of smokin’ hot jazz while husky voices croon… Continue reading pulse
Warbler's Confession (After witnessing a strange sight in the French Alps, March 24, 2015) Today one of those giant fowl passed with the grandest roar I watched with admiration how this mighty bird could soar. But then it did the oddest thing a most peculiar sight changed attitude from up to down descended like a… Continue reading Warbler’s Confession
Welcome to Poetry Friday, hosted right here this week. In western Canada, we've had an extra early start to the forest fire season this year. Last week the entire town of Fort McMurray in north-east Albert had to evacuate (85,000+ people). A fire that had started just few days earlier was whipped into a frenzy… Continue reading Poetry Friday – fiery edition
Un-Hallmark Mother While I gifted icon carnations and Hallmark lines, “Mother” to me smelled of duty and mothball wisdom. She my root of conscience, scruple permission to pursue the chaotic then, like her, to sort and label. I lived for her sideways compliments overheard in conversations with her friends. Her widow-grief broke down walls: She… Continue reading Un-Hallmark Mother
One of the most fun parts of this April has been following the projects of various Poetry Friday friends. Donna, at Mainely Write, for example, has been posting vanity license plates she has photographed, a day for each letter of the alphabet, and using one of the day's plates as a poem prompt. When Adele… Continue reading ICSPOTS (NPM ’16-Day 28)
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)
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
Echoes full of knowing I look a lot like little mouse little mouse with wings. At dark leave attic of your house to hunt for creepy things. I swoop and swirl, dive and glide but hardly use my sight, prefer in dim moon-shade to hide while scrounging food at night. I have the rare… Continue reading Echoes full of knowing (NPM ’16-Day 14)
My thing to eat Not too sweet and not too savory not a bread and not a cake. Not a square and not a doughnut in a pan of cups must bake. To your basic butter, flour sugar, eggs and leavening you can add whatever’s handy you can add most anything! Muesli, wheat germ, bran,… Continue reading My thing to eat (NPM ’16-Day 7)
Today is April 1st and the beginning of National Poetry Month. Today is also Poetry Friday. How perfect when the two come together! As I usually do in April, I'm planning to do some extra writing. The goal is to write a poem a day or at least spend some time on poetry-writing every day… Continue reading Hello Poetry Month!
Violet Nesdoly 