One can look back over a year in many ways. Today we'll do it with candy. This little poem not only looks at the various types of candy with which we commemorate the year's special days but also lists some of my candy memories from childhood, young adulthood, mom-of-young kids years, to current candy temptations.… Continue reading A Candy Year
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
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)
Earth Day Prayer O Creator of the Earth from its systems and creatures may I learn and make my own the faithfulness of the sun the inevitability of day-night rhythms the wisdom of cycles the faith of a seed the determination of a shoot the generosity of green the persistence of water the kindness of… Continue reading Earth Day Prayer (NPM ’16-Day 23)
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)
Two little people in my family have birthdays this month. I set out a couple of weeks ago, after we'd spent some time with these littles this summer (they live far away from us), to write a birthday poem for each. Well, I got one written, and then a long break and finally last week,… Continue reading A birthday poem
Paul Simon reunion Duncan, my dear, take me to the Mardi Gras to the outrageous hurricane eye for the mother and child reunion. Just because I was not born under African skies not born in Puerto Rico doesn’t mean I don’t belong in that Kodachrome Graceland of peace like a river. Wartime prayers sung to… Continue reading Paul Simon reunion
Violet Nesdoly 