TIS THE SEASON
who sets his
sights on the Northern
Lights, always striving to spread the
joy of the season, all ways, for no special reason.
Yes — each day is cause to celebrate, whether you’re a
Claus, or not. But, as it happens,
the one who’s “Mrs.
C” to your
Shared at Poetic Asides for PAD 2015 – Day 21: You Are and/or You Are Not (Two For Tuesday)
To read some poems from “I AM SANTA CLAUS”, visit here: IAmSantaClaus.wordpress.com
to go nowhere, I’m
when the joy
of riding a bike became
a means to an end.
Written for Poets United Midweek Motif: Bicycling
A JOURNEY’S REFLECTION
There have been days on this journey that I would have liked to skip — days that were very difficult. Days that inflicted great pain—not always physically, but the pain that comes with deep emotional wounds. However, the same journey that has brought such pain has also been interwoven with great joys. And it is the combination of the two that have shaped me into the person I am today. Someone with deep faith, strong loyalties, persistent courage, and a passionate and compassionate loving soul. I would not change a thing.
inflictions and joys ~
both, in combination, seen
in my reflection
Written for Poetic Asides April 2014 Poem-A-Day Challenge DAY 7: Self Portrait
I happened upon this post on another’s blog,
and their instruction was to leave a comment with my own #10,
and then pass along the list on my own blog.
So…that’s what I’m doing.
Please leave your #10 as a comment —
and repost the list on your own blog, if you have one.
Written for “Six Word Saturday”…click here to go to Cate’s blog to read other posts.
** This post has been pre-written and scheduled to post on 4-7-2012, as I will be traveling that day. Therefore, the link to Cate’s blog will not be to the April 7th post, but rather to her home page.
the new year drifts in as expected
a plum, ripe with possibilities
goodbyes shoveled out before
midnight, a way to stop the pain
the chill of the night wind
carries away a year of loss
memories of new friends wrap
me in warmth, like sweaters of yarn
letters stitched together with love
to reflect hope in all things new
may peace, love, and joy
be yours in the new year
Written for The Sunday Whirl, to write a poem using the following words: loss, shovel, friends, expected, stop, plum, letters, drift, sweaters, wind, stitches, and yarn.