Prompt: Write an Ode in praise of a person, place, or thing. (OR THINKS…)
“What is lovely never dies, but passes into other loveliness, Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air.” ~ Thomas Bailey Aldrich
smooth, swollen, and scouredlike pebbles in river bedsmemories I hold dearly populate my head one or two are disfigured—rough, metamorphic, and wornlarger-grained and ponderous;might have crystals at their core those I…
Note: August 1st through 7th is International Clown Week. I'm days late but still wish to tell you about these clowns. Enjoy
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Exciting News: Earthly Days is available for preorder on Amazon in softcover. Yay! What follows is my Review of this wonderful poetry collection that will help you recall your own treasures... “We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.”~ Thornton Wilder
How amazing it is that we can still remember things that happened long ago. How amazing! May we never forget.
The morning sun wafted in with a peculiar scent of yore that took me traveling to yesteryear with nostalgia. I remember, I remember.
Recounting the few items that will silhouette my year’s end festivities. May your year-end celebrations be merry and bright as you do December your way.
Remember how much you wanted to leave your small town when you were young? And when you finally did, what happened? Those memories, right?!
These things I remember, and I remember them well: Father brought us white Christmases to revel and to boast, and Mother brought us Christmases to last forever.
This poem was inspired by a poem published yesterday; reread today. I invite you to read that poem and hope you also like mine of today.