The poem in this post is the basis for the Christmas carol "I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day." I hope you enjoy knowing the backstory. May Peace and Goodwill prevail.
The lovely prompt from dVerse gave rise to this 44 word poem. See what you think and happy holidays to you.
The country that raised me boasted of one season throughout the year, but perhaps it was because we wished for snow so much, but at Christmas time, we often pulled out sweaters to ward off the chill. And mother read us stories of Christmases in cold countries. Hope you enjoy these from Librivox.
Ode to my beloved city and all cities everywhere in the world. And note the new Korean poetry form, called a sijo, that I applied (as per the prompt of today). I enjoyed working on this. Hope you enjoy reading it as well. Let me know in the comments, please. xoxo
All Rights Reserved © Selma Martin 2021 Folklore inspired by a grasshopper that landed on my head. A red-legged, pale grasshopper, her life’s purpose completed, came to say ‘sayonara’ to me, and I saw beauty in the encounter: how beautiful this cycle accepted with reverence. May we learn more from these fragile creatures whose offspring we'll see in the summer.
To have a constant supply of joy at all seasons, discern the solar halo of joy in wonted placed, then incline your heart to them-- joy will be there because you stored it there.
Neither one thing nor the other, but something betwixt and between-- the “liminal” spaces that linger in places, situations, relationships and life. This poem is written for someone particular in my life. This person might never read this, but that's fine; let it exist in the liminal edges out there. Enjoy.
All right reserved to Selmamartin.com May the climax of the year that is autumn, melt your heart with warmth, life, and restoration.
Simple pleasures are the last healthy refuge in a complex world." ~Oscar Wilde
All Rights Reserved © Selma Martin 2021 It's not easy to do, but try to stay the course even in the midst of hardships. How? By choosing to live in the moment. Hope you enjoy this one.
A Repost from April 2021. I present to you a Badger Hexastich syllabic poem that first appeared on Day 2 of NaPoWriMo. With this poem I attempt to shed insight on how I see Robert Frost's poem, The Road Not Taken.
Lucid dreams are dreams, after all-- with omens/signals to offer insight. But Life! Life is precious when it's lived fully awoken: in spirit and foresight. Un-dream to redeem your purpose and 'live' the dream.