Warm-up The robins lilt the blackbirds trill from little sparrow’s open bill an aria so sweet and round. (how can that wee bird make such sound?) From somewhere high the flicker drums with rat-tat-tat the forest thrums The ducks afraid of our bold pets alarm their alto clarinets Steller's jays rasp the Kelp Gulls shriek… Continue reading Warm-up
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
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
What I experienced on Monday and Tuesday of this week was the perfect preparation to write about Bobbie Ann Taylor's one-little-word MERCIFUL. My husband and I were asked to be part of our church's delegation to the annual MLA*'s prayer breakfast, hosted at a hotel just steps away from B.C.'s Legislature in Victoria on Tuesday… Continue reading Prayer Breakfast Reflections (NPM ’16-Day 6)
A couple of weeks ago, I found inspiration for a couple of poems in response to the found photo prompts at Laura Shovan's blog (where the fun continues). A photo of a "Loaded baked potato" was the prompt for February 14th. That photo plus the fact it was Valentine's Day and love sonnets were in… Continue reading Sonnet to a Potato
Violet Nesdoly 