Category: Poetry

I Wandered Lonely and Now Remember Daffodils

I Wandered Lonely and Now Remember Daffodils

An example from another poet helped me break through writer’s block and honor my grandmother’s passing 2 years ago today.

Poem and Pictures: A Bench is Waiting

Poem and Pictures: A Bench is Waiting

A bench is an invitation to become one with it for a while, to sit and be still in your surroundings, and let nature and the world flow around you.

3 Haiku: Yesterday and Tomorrow – and What About Today?

3 Haiku: Yesterday and Tomorrow – and What About Today?

Talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in;
How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care;
How long it’s been since yesterday and what about tomorrow?
What about our dreams and all the memories we share?

Poem for Loved Ones Who Are Hurting

Poem for Loved Ones Who Are Hurting

A poem for people you love who are in pain.

A Pandemic Lament (in free verse)

A Pandemic Lament (in free verse)

Do you struggle? Do you have a lament? The footprint of the pandemic is everywhere.

suicide regrets: i missed the nuances of your decline

suicide regrets: i missed the nuances of your decline

A poem dedicated to my brother, a victim of suicide, who suffered in silence. Call the suicide prevention hotline at 800-273-8255.

the haiku that wrote itself under the apricot-indigo sky

the haiku that wrote itself under the apricot-indigo sky

Cicadas and air conditioners are the soundtrack of warm summer evenings as the indigo sky darkens on another day.

goodbye, my brown-eyed girl

goodbye, my brown-eyed girl

A remembrance poem for a gentle dog who licked my hand and leapt into my heart.

Freedom’s Plow – Wisdom from Poet Langston Hughes, Because Something Must Be Said

Freedom’s Plow – Wisdom from Poet Langston Hughes, Because Something Must Be Said

It has to be crystal clear where the Glover Gardens blog stands on racism and prejudice.

no time to blink (haiku for earth day)

no time to blink (haiku for earth day)

What does it really look like when we get down the road? It’s up to us, isn’t it? This is no time to blink.

spring forward (a coronavirus poem for national poetry month)

spring forward (a coronavirus poem for national poetry month)

In the winter of our COVID-19 discontent, spring is a reminder that resilience, empathy and love are the strongest contagions.

none of the bees would pose for me (a poem)

none of the bees would pose for me (a poem)

A solo trip to a botanical garden was a tonic in troubled times and the inspiration for a poem.

gentle things and small moments (a poem)

gentle things and small moments (a poem)

Everyone touches the world in their own way. Making my own tiny imprint through this blog, I want to write more about the gentle things in life.

Pretty Little Weed, a Mindful Haiku for the New Year

Pretty Little Weed, a Mindful Haiku for the New Year

I’d like to get better at being in the moment, truly living, absorbing, feeling, whatever it is that I’m doing. Being more mindful, overall.

“Silence”, A Guest Blogger’s Homage to His Grandmother

“Silence”, A Guest Blogger’s Homage to His Grandmother

Glover Gardens’ first guest blogger shares memories of his grandmother with a beautiful translation of Still by Jupiter Jones.

The Wonderfuls (The People You Meet Along the Way)

The Wonderfuls (The People You Meet Along the Way)

Meet a new addition to my list of The Wonderfuls, Jon the Storyteller, who will be a guest blogger on Glover Gardens.

You Left Us Too Soon: Open Letter to Steven Thomas Harvell on His Birthday

You Left Us Too Soon: Open Letter to Steven Thomas Harvell on His Birthday

I remember my brother now more with joy at what was than sadness about what will never be.

Late-Season Blooms & Haiku

Late-Season Blooms & Haiku

Reinforcing my benign neglect this year, the greenery of Glover Gardens has gifted us with unexpected late-November blooms.

It’s My Birthday, and I’d Like to Give You a Gift

It’s My Birthday, and I’d Like to Give You a Gift

A poem by Gordon Parks speaks of curiosity, wonder, celebration of life and nature, and the awesome, simple, dead-on-target mindfulness of children.

Fleeting

Fleeting

A footprint, a feather and a leaf, about to be swept away. Remembering my brother in a haiku.


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