I love this week between Christmas Day and New Year’s Day! After the busy time of shopping and gifting and cooking and hosting, it’s wonderful to sink back into the chair of “it’s all over!” These days do have their hazards, though. This little breakup note to the Christmas leftovers is a poem I wrote… Continue reading Dear After-Christmas Leftovers
Though right now I’m giving my main attention to another writing project, daily walks still inspire haiku-length ditties. Experience the season with me… Back gangrenous snow approves bitter new day clenched in freezing’s headlock. Frigid morning—still Winter’s hit the snooze button while we watch for Spring. White quilt melted. Cover’s off for all to see… Continue reading Seasonal haiku
Warbler's Confession (After witnessing a strange sight in the French Alps, March 24, 2015) Today one of those giant fowl passed with the grandest roar I watched with admiration how this mighty bird could soar. But then it did the oddest thing a most peculiar sight changed attitude from up to down descended like a… Continue reading Warbler’s Confession
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)
Last week I poemed about our retired garburator. This week another kitchen poem. It's about the contraption that has taken garburator's place. I wrote the poem last fall at the height of fruit fly season, and took some photos to prove it. Meet our green pot… Green Pot Our new organics bucket has holes… Continue reading Green Pot
I love the garburator that is part of the sink apparatus in our townhouse. Love it, but rarely use it now because we've been asked not to in favor of collecting our organic scraps for recycling and conserving water. (For those not familiar with this gadget, you run water as you feed organic stuff down… Continue reading Kitchen monster
Man Overboard: A Tale of Divine Compassion by David Denny My rating: 5 of 5 stars You have probably heard the story of Jonah, but never like David Denny tells it in Man Overboard: A Tale of Divine Compassion. In 24 poems capturing the voices of Jonah, God, sailors, wind, whale, people of Nineveh, their… Continue reading Man Overboard (review)
October Fashion Morning wears crisp cotton and smoky tulle woven through with gold light. North Shore mountains are sensibly dressed in darkest denim, their tops hidden, cozy under unrolling bolts of blue- and grey-tinged fleece. The park has thrown on a shawl of embroidered leaves in tangerine, scarlet, yellow wine, olive. Even dwarf cedar has… Continue reading October Fashion
Spring is truly on its way where I live—something that makes poem-writing in April a lot easier. This is one of my poem-a-day efforts from this week along with the scene that inspired it. This post is submitted to Poetry Friday, hosted this week by Diane Mayr at Random Noodling.
Violet Nesdoly 