Fair Food

I wrote this prose poem several years ago when I met my friend's fiancé (now husband) for the first time while attending our local fair. Since it's Labor Day and I just went to the fair a few days ago, I thought I'd repost it again. The aura of hay and animal sweat mingles with …

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Happy Is a Yellow Word

For National Poetry Month, one of my friends challenged our writing group to write poetry. I ended up finishing two poems and started several that need more work before I share them. My friends gave me feedback and I edited one of the poems. Since I feel like I actually accomplished something with poetry and …

To Infinity

I wrote this in college for a poetry class and I still love it. I stand with the boots of my spacesuitleaving traces in the dust of the crater planet.Above me: the universe.All at once.Glimmering out against the void. Star clusters radiate like crowns.Aureole everywhere.Bright, glazing,swirling in a blur of light. I take a small …

I Climbed a String to See the Moon

I climbed a string to the moon so I could see the stars.But when I reached the moon, all I saw was Mars.So big and bright and red not blue, it hung up in the sky.And when I tried to reach for it, all it did was lie. I climbed a thread to Mars so …

Distance

An invisible thread connects those who are destined to meet regardless of time, place, or circumstance. The thread may stretch of tangle but it will never break. –Chines Proverb They say our hearts are connectedby a thin, red threadtied in the middle of our hearts.It breaches any distance,but right now, I feel the distance.It’s not …

Clay Pot

I am a clay pothandcrafted bythe Maker’s hands.Worn but precise,gentle but purpose-driven. I am not a shiny ceramic bowlor a china teacup.I am a clay pot. I am brittle,lacking design or color.I do not reflect light orhave intricate pink rosesgrowing around my sides.I am a clay pot. But I was crafted by old hands,knowledgeable and …

When I Live By the Garden and the Sea

A friend challenged our writing group to write and read poetry this month, and while I've always had a love-hate relationship with poetry (how do you write poems?!?!), I decided to jump into the challenge. I've written a few things that need some editing, but I also went back and read through some more poetry …

Weeping Willow

Since it's National Poetry Month, I thought I might share some other random poems I've written. A friend challenged our writing group to write poems this month. I can't promise any will be good, but I'm excited to try. This one isn't something I wrote recently, but it's another poem that was inspired by that …

World on Fire

I recently went to an art exhibit for Van Gogh and it reminded me of an exhibit I attended during a college final for Monet and Matisse. We were instructed to view the exhibit and then write something—a poem, a short piece, etc.—based on the exhibit. This is one of the prose poems I wrote …

Sunday Snippets: Birthday Poem

A few months ago when I was going over poetry with the teen writing club at the library, I wrote a poem about birthdays. Celebrations of any kind often leave me frustrated or disappointed. I grew up making Christmas and birthday lists for my parents and wouldn't get most of what I asked for (and …