Some days are heavy with memories. April 14th is one such—the day my first child was born. Actually, she wasn’t my first child. Like so many women, I had a prior pregnancy that ended in a miscarriage. That miscarriage occurred a year before my baby girl was born. (Both were right around Easter.) Today, a… Continue reading What we remember – “April 14”
HOME - what a huge topic. I love it! As I have wandered more into the world of art, subjects of home hold the greatest appeal. Ordinary things can become beautiful when one takes the time and attention to reproduce them on the page. When I look closely at the things in my home and… Continue reading The simple things of HOME (SJT)
My last Summer 2017 Poetry Swap parcel arrived this week and I was quite bowled over by it. Linda Baie sure knows how to pack a lot of goodies into a little bubble mailer! She sent me—a pocket! How perfect for a habitual walker who is always grabbing for a tissue or a notebook or… Continue reading Poetry Swap Pocket
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
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
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
Happy eve of New Year’s Eve! Everywhere I tune in these days I hear people talking about what a terrible year 2016 has been and good riddance to it. I don’t feel that way at all. For me 2016 has been a wonderful year. Hubby and I are still living together in peace, we visited… Continue reading 7
In the last few weeks my walking partner, dear hubby, has been finding it more and more painful to walk. Then the doctor told him, no more long walks until you’re better. So for now I am walking on my own. When I took solitary walks in the past I experienced a wonderful loosening of… Continue reading Just an ordinary walk
I Remember… I remember the holes in the green roll-down blinds and how they looked like a starry sky. I remember caramel-colored fly paper hanging twisty from the ceiling dotted with black. I remember making cakes and cookies when we got to play with water in the sandbox. I remember lying sick on the couch… Continue reading I Remember … (NPM ’16-Day 30)
Violet Nesdoly 