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.
Tag: Poetry
“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
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
A footprint, a feather and a leaf, about to be swept away. Remembering my brother in a haiku.
For Dad…National Poetry Month
I’m not on the recommended pace to write a poem each day this month to participate in National Poetry Month, but this one happened in about 30 seconds. There will never be another muse like my Dad. He was a remarkable, wonderful, loving, accepting, listening […]
Time Travel in the Produce Section (a poem)
A vignette in the produce section inspired a poem about dads and daughters.
poem: what if every day was new year’s day?
A clarion call for mindfulness: what if every day was new year’s day?
Heart-Theater, an Elegy
An elegy for three, from the one remaining. They live in my heart-theater, their voices all trumpets and whispers and hugs.
An Early, Bitter Tanshi from a Most Cheerful Girl
Bitter over a teenage breakup, I wrote a tiny little poem, a tanshi. It has always stuck with me; it’s so bitter and melodramatic that it makes me laugh.
A Mother’s Poem on Mothers’ Day
A poem from the heart on Mothers’ Day about the incredible blessing of having a kid.
“Give me a word and I will write a poem starting with that word…”
The author of the A Passers By blog says, “Give me a word and I will write a poem starting with that word.” So I did!
Christmas Wishes from E. B. White – The New Yorker Radio Hour – WNYC
This heartfelt, ironic, wry and ultimately sweet poem is worth 3 minutes of your time. Click on the link below to hear it read aloud. Merry Christmas. E. B. White sends Christmas greetings to uncertified accountants, old men asleep in libraries, and people who think […]
beth and bella and bree and brielle (an amazing poem by a very wise 6th grader)
This beautiful, gentle, tranquil and philosophical poem is rich with imagery, illustrative of the concept and value of mindfulness, and fills me with hope.
Water, Wind and Land: Metaphors for a Geophysicist (remembrance for Grandpa on his 98th birthday)
Reconstructing Grandpa in the museum of my heart – a poem in memory of an amazing man, Thomas Carlyle Holt.
