Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 9, 2015
Monday, May 18, 2015
Ghost Town
The Last of Duncrief |
Untold history
languishing into ruin
only ghosts remain
~
Not far from where I live, an old ghost town has almost disappeared back into the realms of history. Only a decrepit house stands where once hope flourished. No mill left to mark settler's dreams. No plaque planted to tell its tale. Just broken glass, battered boards and a hint of what could have been in small-town Ontario...
Friday, May 1, 2015
Friday, April 24, 2015
Mizpah
11 - the number of years we would have had
what would have happened?
where would we be?
would it have been deserving of steel?
or would we have survived babies?
7 - the number of years you've been gone
so many moments
lost before their time
I've stumbled and reworked them
a life that should have been our prime
3 - the number of years we had
marriage was a gift
one I didn't quite foresee
you gave me all your everything
your love for eternity
∞
I never will forget
the days when you were mine
I still live them every day
our hearts will always twine
Happy Anniversary my love. We would have been married 11 years today. While our days were stolen early, I'll always celebrate the time I had with you and take joy in your living memory left to me in our children. Blessings to you sweet man.
We've got mizpah...
Thursday, April 23, 2015
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
Monday, April 13, 2015
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
Couplet Challenge
It's National Poetry Month.
What lines are you penning?
Get your juices flowing
and start the couplets spinning.
If you are looking for a way to kick-start some poetic thoughts, why not check out the CBC's Couplet challenge today (April 7th). They will be sharing a rhyming couplet from a Canadian poet every hour starting at 9am. Complete the next line and you could win...
Here's my entry from the 10am prompt from A.F. Moritz
"Wisdom's invisible in children's eyes;"
Akin to not seeing the blue in summer skies #CBCPoetry
What would you write?
What lines are you penning?
Get your juices flowing
and start the couplets spinning.
If you are looking for a way to kick-start some poetic thoughts, why not check out the CBC's Couplet challenge today (April 7th). They will be sharing a rhyming couplet from a Canadian poet every hour starting at 9am. Complete the next line and you could win...
Here's my entry from the 10am prompt from A.F. Moritz
"Wisdom's invisible in children's eyes;"
Akin to not seeing the blue in summer skies #CBCPoetry
What would you write?
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Call and Response
snap
electric response
too fast to catch, hold back
as fire races through my mind
in-dig-na-tion
whywhywhywhywhy
Breathe,
breathe...
and I calmly
erase ~ ~ ~
carefully edit
my politely worded
RESPONSE, but
everyone on the stringer
can hear the strident tone
frustration
and are clapping,
applauding the words
that they too held
but only I released
for us all
...
electric response
too fast to catch, hold back
as fire races through my mind
in-dig-na-tion
whywhywhywhywhy
Breathe,
breathe...
and I calmly
erase ~ ~ ~
carefully edit
my politely worded
RESPONSE, but
everyone on the stringer
can hear the strident tone
frustration
and are clapping,
applauding the words
that they too held
but only I released
for us all
...
Monday, March 23, 2015
Receding
Monday, March 9, 2015
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
sunset dreaming
~sunset~
searing eyes
your light fades in the sky
sets on a weekend
saturated in
sisterhood
love
and a promise
of more tomorrows
for me, us, and more.
bring on another
roadtrip
Thursday, February 19, 2015
bedtime
little feet running
squeals and giggly fun
squeaky clean faces
flee
tubside grunge
and
soft gurgles fade
to water drop
-pop-
you can't outrun bedtime
snuggle
huggle
zzzz
Monday, January 5, 2015
After Midnight
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Thursday, December 11, 2014
ghosts
The ghosts come from my closet
the door swings open wide
voices fill the airwaves.
I must take it in stride
I didn't know the door was shut
I never knew it slammed
upon so many faces
til suddenly I'm deprogrammed
Now time's a funny object
It's given me some gifts
I must decide which are welcome
and which ones to set adrift
Do they all come wrapped in paper
present everlasting truth
or do some hide secret messages
to uncover like a sleuth?
As history slides still further
I feel it yet inside
it's left a permanent mark
the scars I can't abide
Doubt crosses many borders
I grapple one on one
with ghosts who stand in front of me
and wish this had never begun
the door swings open wide
voices fill the airwaves.
I must take it in stride
I didn't know the door was shut
I never knew it slammed
upon so many faces
til suddenly I'm deprogrammed
Now time's a funny object
It's given me some gifts
I must decide which are welcome
and which ones to set adrift
Do they all come wrapped in paper
present everlasting truth
or do some hide secret messages
to uncover like a sleuth?
As history slides still further
I feel it yet inside
it's left a permanent mark
the scars I can't abide
Doubt crosses many borders
I grapple one on one
with ghosts who stand in front of me
and wish this had never begun
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
Lest We Forget
Their uniforms crisp
Roles serious and dedicated
Their missive- our Freedom
Marching, they came towards us
Strict row upon row to Serve
Silent we stood waiting
Ready for them
On this day to honour
All the sacrifices made
And all those whom have never come back
Tears glistened in eyes
Hands trembled on canes
The bugle sounded our cries
The Last Post...
We always rise again
Hands to heart
Eyes to sky
We stand on guard
Two minutes offered
Silent in humble thought
Our gift of Remembrance
To men and women
Brave, noble and bold
Will our thanks ever be enough?
Poppies pinned to chests
Salutes raised to the dead
We will Never forget
Sunday, November 2, 2014
Nail in the Wall
Unpacking pictures
old photos of days gone by
memories long spent
moments no longer relived
not worth the nail in the wall
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
Door Knockers & Palm Crossers
local politics
edge of your seat evening
election results
in four years to cut mustard
or shatter beliefs once more
Bye, bye incumbents
hello to new councillors
fresh blood, young faces
may you be the infusion
that London needs to shine bright
~
London's newest mayor on election night - Matt Brown |
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
The Reading
I sat in the aisle seat
(the better to escape if need be)
Another woman munched a salad
crunch, crunch,
chew
at the far end of my aisle.
I was late for the workshop;
the workshop ran late for me.
The poets would be along momentarily.
Frozen in the room lights
I glanced at vibrant scarves
draped limply along drab walls.
They could have been hung
dramatically
with flair to fill this room
and the voices that would ring
with words
dramatically...
Instead I hid behind
my unbelonging, my newness
that clung to me like
the pinched pins
that suffered the colours
meant to infuse the space,
this gathering of bards
I punched at my phone,
glanced at the empty lectern
and side-eyed my solitary seatmate
til the lights dimmed
And then the words rang out
staccato song
followed by aggrandized soliloquies
pretentious prose that elicited
...titters
silence...
and awesome thought.
I related,
Belonged
and clapped along with poetasters alike.
But the house lights cast me aside anew
and I fled.
There was no belonging to the chummy chattering that erupted around me.
No faces to smile into nor laugh with.
No comment on the prose
we were so blessed to consider that night.
Just a cold car,
my single key
and a lonesome home
once more
Will I dare return again?
(the better to escape if need be)
Another woman munched a salad
crunch, crunch,
chew
at the far end of my aisle.
I was late for the workshop;
the workshop ran late for me.
The poets would be along momentarily.
Frozen in the room lights
I glanced at vibrant scarves
draped limply along drab walls.
They could have been hung
dramatically
with flair to fill this room
and the voices that would ring
with words
dramatically...
Instead I hid behind
my unbelonging, my newness
that clung to me like
the pinched pins
that suffered the colours
meant to infuse the space,
this gathering of bards
I punched at my phone,
glanced at the empty lectern
and side-eyed my solitary seatmate
til the lights dimmed
And then the words rang out
staccato song
followed by aggrandized soliloquies
pretentious prose that elicited
...titters
silence...
and awesome thought.
I related,
Belonged
and clapped along with poetasters alike.
But the house lights cast me aside anew
and I fled.
There was no belonging to the chummy chattering that erupted around me.
No faces to smile into nor laugh with.
No comment on the prose
we were so blessed to consider that night.
Just a cold car,
my single key
and a lonesome home
once more
Will I dare return again?
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