The entire quote from which the above is taken: "One of the few things I know about writing is this: Spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it, all, right away, every time. Do not hoard what seems good for a later place in the book, or for another book, give it, give it… Continue reading NPM ’16 – What I learned
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)
Wild Rose Roundabout I unfurl my face to you— now that it’s almost May. It was a juicy April with lots of wet-root days. To January and February’s sparrows and chickadees my shriveled red ancestors were food. Leaves paled and lost their grip driven crazy by November’s gales. Ripening in August heat, hard green hips… Continue reading Wild Rose Roundabout (NPM ’16-Day 29)
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)
No! lower the ceiling stop dreaming and get real distract the appetite . with cold water and celery wipe that smile off your face snuff out the candle of “what if…?” turn off the music leave the room . and don’t forget to close the door © 2016 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)… Continue reading No! (NPM ’16-Day 27)
My poetry buddy, Laurel, and I walk different sections of the same path—a gravel and asphalt trail that follows Nicomekl Creek. Her yesterday’s poem, "Nicomekl’s Regulars,” about the people that walk the path, was pitch-perfect. But the path—at least the section of it that my husband and I walk—has another cast of characters with another… Continue reading Nicomekl Nightlife (NPM ’16-Day 26)
Poetry wants a day off Spring wind is chill today. Words refuse to come out to play. There seems to be nothing left to say. It must be Monday. The clock keeps ticking—no delay The days creep on in their rigid array. I will send my muse a fresh bouquet for a better poem on… Continue reading Poetry wants a day off (NPM ’16-Day 25)
Solomon’s Seal lacy petticoat green leaves bower leggy height cure for many ills texture complements pieris, hostas, roses salve for green-starved eyes © 2016 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved) *************** My sister gave me a Solomon's Seal plant about a year ago. It did well. But when it came up this spring, I had… Continue reading Solomon’s Seal (NPM ’16-Day 24)
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)
Tax Time Number crunches reconciliations… what I need when I must do my taxes. Quicken holds my numbers generates report for neighbourhood accountant—tax time good friend. Boxes all filled in right? Have faith in tax person. Rebate in bank account proves we’re all done! © 2016 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved) Photo: Pixabay.com
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