National Poetry Month – Day 28

  Still not doing well with writing. Succumbing to addictions: to watching/listening to podcasts about “A Game of Thrones,”  and playing Solitaire. Both are recent for me. Yesterday was my birthday –  moving on into the 70’s… I still can’t believe it. Where did this girl go? That’s me on the right, about 1972 :

National Poetry Month – Day 26

Monet –  The Japanese Bridge     It’s raining today. Here’s a poem by Langston Hughes: “Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk. The rain makes running pools in the gutter.

National Poetry Month – Day 21

  Happy Easter to all who celebrate it! Here’s one from William Shakespeare: From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April dress’d in all his trim Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing, That heavy Saturn laugh’d and leap’d with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the

National Poetry Month – Day 18

Busy with many things, but preoccupied with grieving the destruction of Notre Dame Cathedral  by fire. I am so glad I was able to be in Paris last year, and to visit the cathedral – crowded though it was. Back in the 1970’s I was there, and also in some other important cathedrals, and I

National Poetry Month Day 13

Missed a few days;  I’ve been out and about. April is gorgeous around here right now. Here are some words about April from other poets: from W.H. Auden: “Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide. Now, of my threescore

National Poetry Month – Day 8

  Couldn’t do this blog for some days… out of town.  Here is a poem from my 2007 book Scattered Showers in a Clear Sky: Name Your Poison   Apple morsel choked Snow White Belladonna, called the witch.   Bloodroot floods the forest, cousin to monkshood, Jack in the Pulpit, companion to crowfoot, dogbane, devils’trumpet,

National Poetry Month – Day 4

Here’s one from my 2009 chapbook  How the Hand Behaves : Perennials Lambs’ ears flourish, creased gray, furry, new growth out of rain’s far fury. Sneezewort carries cups of pearl; white buds open on grace green stems. Hosta – plates, pipes, ridges, rims, Coneflower gems of purple whorled.   Sedum rosettes beyond counting, roots fat

National Poetry Month – Day 3

  Here’s another poem from my 2010 book  Digging for God:   The presence of Crows, Halifax   I’ve been longing to see the flash of black, gold, white, the evening, the evening grosbeak, but all I see, all that greets me from the lawn are crows – murders of them. One befriended by the

National Poetry Month – Day 2

I’m writing a poem about how to grow Comfrey… but the poem I’m posting here is from my fifth book, Digging for God  :   Nearsighted   Although the eye doctor’s chart melted sadly into the wall , I can see this minute before me, like a snowbird in the feeder eighteen inches from my

National Poetry Month – Day 1

I am posting this month in honor of National Poetry Month in the United States and Canada. I am committed to writing a poem a day during April, although I won’t post my efforts online.  Why? Because I hope eventually to have them published elsewhere, and most places these days won’t accept poems previously published,