I'm back. I haven't posted here in a long time. But it's spring and the sap has started to flow. I took a walk this afternoon and, with my camera, found haiku all over the place. I'll share them over the next while. (Wouldn't want to flood the place with the spring runoff.) But it… Continue reading one beady eye
It's here at last--the project that's been in the works for over a year! And just in time for Christmas too. Borrowed Gardens Authors: Bertoia, Jeannine; Fisher, Tracie; McNulty, Del; Nesdoly, Violet Publisher: SparrowSong Press (printed by First Choice Books), December, 2014, Paperback, 128 pages ISBN: 978-1-77084-501-5 About the Book (cover text) "A collection of… Continue reading Borrowed Gardens – new poetry anthology
Winter blossoms In the verdant season under sun’s bright ray in its warm expanding light trees flower by day. In the other season of cold and fading light pines and cedars, trunks and twigs bloom at break of night. © 2014 by V. Nesdoly (All rights reserved)
This is Thanksgiving Weekend in Canada and I should probably be posting an overtly thankful poem. Let this be its substitute, for it sings the praises of some of the things for which I am most thankful: the ability to walk, beautiful places to walk, someone to walk with, fall colours, fall mists, the Creator… Continue reading The sun dreams palely down
As I mentioned in part 1, Dawson Trail, in Dawson Creek, B.C. is lined with granite boulders that have tanka engraved on them. These poems celebrate the seasons, flowers, birds, and critters of the area. If you missed part 1, it's HERE. Here are four more poems you'll find on the Dawson Trail. If… Continue reading Dawson Trail Tanka (2)
Holidays Another newly minted coin rolls from the satin purse of night adds yet more hours of wealth to the collection of summertime perfection. © 2014 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved) ************** We’re recently back from holidays, which can sometimes feel other-worldly and too good to be true. We are also in the middle… Continue reading Holidays
On Tuesday I took my walk after a heavy morning shower. On a section of the pathway beside the creek I saw snail after snail. There must have been 10 or more! I bet I know why they were out there. In case you can't read the fancy font: Sock Hop The downpour drumbeats… Continue reading Sock Hop
Walk the Beach Set crickets flying from crabby grass and weeds shimmering on the sandy foreshore. Hop logs of driftwood forest clamber over algae-green rock tricky as black ice. Crunch broken shells jingle the shingle always at an angle. Spring-step spongy blackened sea grass squish onion bulbs of kelp. Take off shoes let soles read… Continue reading Walk the Beach
************* Despite my accident earlier this spring, I've been getting out for a walk most days. Perhaps the fact that I go more slowly (cane and all) has heightened my enjoyment of spring this year. Many days what I see on my walk becomes the day's poem (especially this April when I've been challenging myself… Continue reading Magnolia haiku
The last few weeks have felt unusually busy. When that happens, I find it hard to get in the poem-writing zone. Last weekend was a case in point. It was Canadian Thanksgiving. We had the kids and grandkids here for a visit. It was such fun, but there was hardly a minute left over for… Continue reading The grandma poet
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