the hazy glow of summertime has nearly reached its end though the sweet taste of ice cream is still on our lips the fairy wings of summer are put away memories full of music and laughter echo but fade we can still remember the idle hours of yesterday as we return to the steady rhythm of today we reached for the stars and gazed … Continue reading an ode to the summer: because all good things must come to an end
summer looks like wet beach towels, hung to dry sand covered feet, salty sweet air, water slides blisters from long walks at the amusement park sticky faces from too much birthday cake there’s no such thing as too much birthday cake exploring new places and visiting old favorites posing with stone statues that know us well curling up with a good book, pitching an old … Continue reading summer: poetry in motion
My son is learning about poetry in school right now. I’m not sure how much of a hand his teacher had in helping the kids write these, but I’ll choose to imagine that my son is simply the next e.e. cummings and I should start working on helping him publish his first anthology, stat. Here are some poems he’s written for class. I was kind … Continue reading He’s talented, too: MM may be the next e.e. cummings
We’d spent the afternoon explaining The Beatles and Yoko Ono to the kids. The casual lecture lingered on throughout dinner to cover peace activism and the Civil Rights Movement because we’re huge nerds who have a hard time staying on topic. We watched Imagine by John Lennon on Youtube, followed by BNL’s You Can Be My Yoko Ono and talked about communism and the Cold War. … Continue reading Music vs. Poetry.
A couple weeks ago I shared with you a poem I wrote, inspired by a writing prompt at Real Women Real Songs. This week their writing prompt was apologetic. After reading through their provided definitions and quotes I once again found myself inspired. What follows is a poem to my children, apologizing for the harsher realities of this world. It’s a work in progress, as … Continue reading poem: apologies (to my children, on behalf of the world)
You don’t mind if I go all Sixteen Year Old Girl on you and share some poetry I’ve just written? I used to write poetry all the time back in the day – a lot of tormented love poetry by a girl who didn’t understand love and a few poems about pigeons for good measure. When I got married, poetry got harder because I wasn’t … Continue reading poetry corner: did you know? momma writes poetry!