Tag: Poetry

Check Out My Whimsical Poem about a Multicultural 5-Course Meal

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

Be Who You Must Be, Baby!

Be Who You Must Be, Baby!

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.

She Never Fell, She Only Stumbled: Quadrille Poem

She Never Fell, She Only Stumbled: Quadrille Poem

A quadrille poem of 44 words written in response to a dVerse Poets Pub prompt.

A Decade without You, A Lifetime to Go (Imprinted)

A Decade without You, A Lifetime to Go (Imprinted)

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.

When I’m Writing in My Night-Mind

When I’m Writing in My Night-Mind

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 […]

Haiku: We’ll Cross Each Bridge Together

Haiku: We’ll Cross Each Bridge Together

A prompt from dVerse Poet’s Pub about bridges results in a heartfelt love haiku about forever.

gentle things and small moments (a poem, revisited)

gentle things and small moments (a poem, revisited)

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.

Poem: Devils Winds Laugh While We Argue about Why

Poem: Devils Winds Laugh While We Argue about Why

A poem expressing sadness about what the drought and excessive heat are doing to our world, in both macro and micro ways.

“The Little Ones Make the Most Noise”, a Random Poem

“The Little Ones Make the Most Noise”, a Random Poem

A poem formed from snatches of conversations overheard at a restaurant in Mississippi.

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.

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.

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.

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.

“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.

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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