Check Out My Whimsical Poem about a Multicultural 5-Course Meal
Another response to a dVerse Poets Pub prompt – a whimsical poem about a huge dinner that follows a structure that is both containing and creativity-inspiring
Another response to a dVerse Poets Pub prompt – a whimsical poem about a huge dinner that follows a structure that is both containing and creativity-inspiring
Gordons Parks was a photographer, composer, author, poet, and film director, but more importantly for me, he was a prominent figure in my childhood and got into my psyche and my poetry.
A quadrille poem of 44 words written in response to a dVerse Poets Pub prompt.
A haibun about haibun and fall colors, in response to a prompt from D’Verse Poets’ Pub.
Steven Thomas Harvell left us too soon. But his imprint is indelible, as you’ll know from this ragged, jagged little poem. A decade without him. A lifetime to go.
I found the dVerse Poet’s Pub last week and got a huge dose of inspiration. This post – and poem – are in response to the prompt you can find here: dVerse Dead Poets’ Society. The challenge from Kim, who was hosting the “gathering”, was…
A prompt from dVerse Poet’s Pub about bridges results in a heartfelt love haiku about forever.
Everyone touches the world in their own way. Making my own tiny imprint through this blog, I need to balance the dark with the light, the yin with the yang. This post and poem are gentle and positive.
A poem expressing sadness about what the drought and excessive heat are doing to our world, in both macro and micro ways.
A poem formed from snatches of conversations overheard at a restaurant in Mississippi.
An example from another poet helped me break through writer’s block and honor my grandmother’s passing 2 years ago today.
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.
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?
Do you struggle? Do you have a lament? The footprint of the pandemic is everywhere.
A poem dedicated to my brother, a victim of suicide, who suffered in silence. Call the suicide prevention hotline at 800-273-8255.
Cicadas and air conditioners are the soundtrack of warm summer evenings as the indigo sky darkens on another day.
A remembrance poem for a gentle dog who licked my hand and leapt into my heart.
It has to be crystal clear where the Glover Gardens blog stands on racism and prejudice.
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.
