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)
Do you have a collection of old Bibles in your house? We do. Old Bibles in various versions stand neatly on shelves in the basement. They can also be found stacked with other books on my bedside table, buried in trunks, and in my study. I've found a slim New Testament in an old purse… Continue reading The Longsuffering of Old Bibles (NPM ’16-Day 20)
Mother Speaks Do not throw it away, we’ll use it for patches. We can always eat bread—and eggs. Na-yo.* Are you reading again? Still not done the dishes? You could always weed the garden. Homework? Early. So much to do. I’ll be in the garden. Don’t be listening on the line. Felt pens! Can you… Continue reading Mother Speaks (NPM ’16-Day 19)
Spring’s Nuptials White cherry blossoms line and canopy the street decorated aisle Dance under blossoms air drifting with confetti distant cars honk horns Trees put on spring green over fading pink petals tired blooms in drifts © 2016 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved) ************ The topic of sakura (flowering cherry blossoms) on Wonderopolis, paired… Continue reading Spring’s Nuptials (NPM ’16-Day 18)
Ink Jet Printer Printer fires up, then silence thinks awhile, then putters… pushes out the paper in chugs and grunts and sputters. We would mutter too if we had his hard assignment: Make the picture colorful while staying in alignment. As he complains and stutters charges in his nozzle heads are giving chip instructions to… Continue reading Ink Jet Printer (NPM ’16-Day 17)
Spring’s Debutantes Party deb Pansy and, before her, Crocus whisper in royal shades of an amethyst queen. Frilly Lilac and loose-limbed Wisteria trailing scented clouds of hocus-pocus languid on trellis and bower lean. The starchy Tulip sisters dressed in flames bring to this dance a daring new criteria, strut a bold contrast to spring’s purple… Continue reading Spring’s Debutantes (NPM ’16-Day 16)
The Great Civilizations New parts for old—magic materials eyes and ears do dance steps on the stage. Print spreads the word on horseback, the book finding the way, measuring the world, making music. Every room in the house—the bedroom, the bathroom dining out on teaching and learning, the world of work. In the kitchen preserving… Continue reading The Great Civilizations (NPM ’16-Day 15)
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)
I had a lovely experience of gratitude expressed to me last weekend. A bit of backstory. Years ago, it became customary for our church's small groups to discuss Sunday's sermon in their meetings. The church office provided sermon notes for that. In February of 2011, the pastor responsible for small groups asked me if I… Continue reading Gratitude (NPM ’16-Day 13)
Monday is washday Sunday night sees piles of clothes segregated in lights and darks reds and prints, huddled together dreading the morning. Machines go through their cycles pour, churn, whirl, whir. Monday air is sweet with dryer sheets damp with clothes-horse hangouts. A half hour in front of the TV pairing, folding, and—Voila! our closets… Continue reading Monday is washday (NPM ’16-Day 12)
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