Writing 30 days of poems has been rewarding and challenge indeed, but one that I would certainly repeat. This poem says it all!
Thirty Days of Poems: Day 30/30 #NationalPoetryMonth
Focus: My One Little Word ~ Day 29/30 #NationalPoetryMonth
My one little word for 2020 is focus, so using that word as an acrostic made sense to me as I make a major change in my life – retirement. This acrostic mirrors the sentiments of filing my retirement paperwork and all the changes that goes along with the decision. Below is the picture I drew in early January for my post announcing my one little word. I think retirement may give me more time to reach these goals.
Social Distancing: A Small Moment Cinquain ~ Day 28/30 #National PoetryMonth #SOL20
We have had a spell of rainy weather, so 65 degrees and sunny made for the perfect day to get out on the boat. We spent a few hours tethered to our neighbors dock bobbing along while catching up on their comings and goings. It was a delightful Sunday, one that needed to be captured in a poem.
Heron: A Skinny Poem ~ Day 27/30 #NationalPoetryMonth
A heron visits our lakefront home often fishing for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I enjoy watching his slow movements as he stalks his prey – sometimes successful, but not always.
Orchids: A Haiku ~ Day 26/30 #NationalPoetryMonth
A rainy Sunday during quarantine has me reaching for my colored markers and drawing pad. A quick sketch turns into a haiku about the blossoms that appeared on the strange looking stems on what I thought was a dead orchid plant. I guess I have a green thumb?
My Lake Maspenock: Day 25/30 #NationalPoetryMonth
Celebrate: Day 24/30 #NationalPoetryMonth
Six years ago I created this blog as a place to find, record, and share my blessings during a most difficult time. Writing regularly through this site has guided me through that rough time and given me so much comfort, love, and hope. Today I have much to celebrate indeed! Here’s to six years of writing and new friendships!
Little Ballerina: DAY 23/30 #NationalPoetryMonth
I was wanting to write a limerick and as I was watching my granddaughter dancing in her little outfit these words quickly made their way on paper. In my intent to make this limerick funny, which most limericks are, I added little bragging line at the end. And on a funny side note, when I read the poem back to my family my granddaughter pointed out “Bebe (grandma) my tutu is purple not pink!” She wasn’t that interested in knowing that pink fit rhythmically better than purple.
Little Ballerina: DAY 23/30 #NationalPoetryMonth
I was wanting to write a limerick and as I was watching my granddaughter dancing in her little outfit these words quickly made their way on paper. In my intent to make this limerick funny, which most limericks are, I added little bragging line at the end. And on a funny side note, when I read the poem back to my family my granddaughter pointed out “Bebe (grandma) my tutu is purple not pink!” She wasn’t that interested in knowing that pink fit rhythmically better than purple.
Announcement: Day 22/30 #NationalPoetryProject
The governor announced school being closed through the end of the school year yesterday during a zoom meeting. The beeping and dinging of devices was enough to know what was happening without turning on the news. I wanted to try to capture this feeling with today’s draft poem.
