Poetry
Turn the elusive
phrase for that flash of light, bit
of brilliant color.
Poetry
Turn the elusive
phrase for that flash of light, bit
of brilliant color.
Disney came up with an amazing promotion this year. The premise is that if you volunteer for your favorite charity, they will give you a voucher for free admission to their parks. We chose to make no-sew tied fleece blankets for Binky Patrol. I’m thrilled with the opportunity to take my family for our first trip to Disneyland, and I love volunteering for a worthwhile cause. Still, I must say that making the blankets was no sacrifice. We had a great deal of fun.
And I call that a win-win situation.
Our beautiful blankets.
Brilliant flashes of
sunlight, drenching downpours. Spring’s
manic emotions.
Fear
Silent slithering,
cold coils constrict my heart, a
. darting tongue murmurs.
Rain persistently
pelts my window, while my thoughts
trickle and puddle.
Rusty wheels screech, then
slowly turn. Bad haiku still
constitutes a poem.
Here’s a link to my review in the Sacramento Book Review of Marie Ponsot’s excellent volume of poetry, Easy.
During the right seasons, my middle son often brings me flowers. Today is was a fistful of dandelions and a little lavender weed. He was delighted with his find, and his delight was contagious. I know it’s cliche, but I really do think we would all be better off if we could see the world through a child’s eyes now and again.
“Don’t ask what the world needs.
Ask what makes you come alive and go do it.
Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.”
-Howard Thurman