Tag: Poems

Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #4

It’s now week #4 of my Paint Chip Poetry Prompt and this week we’re daydreaming . . . again. Isn’t that what poetry writing is all about? Daydreaming? I’m daydreaming that 10 people are going to read the prompt and be inspired to write something...

Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #3

It’s week #3 of my Paint Chip Poetry Prompt. The last two weeks the words were quite arbitrary and odd. I really do pull them from the paint chip deck randomly, so I never know what we’ll get. This week, with one exception, I think...

Wake up to a New Year

Among my family and friends, I am the poet. As a result, I am sometimes asked to write poems for particular occasions and am happy to do so. But I am also blessed to have others share their poetry with me because they think I’ll be...

Flustered Feline

He’d roar if he could I know it But chattering Is the best he can muster You can tell he’s flustered Because that dark-eyed Junco And the American Finches Are out of his reach He doesn’t know That even so He’s much too slow _________________________...

Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #2

Last week, I started a new weekly poetry prompt here on my blog. That post has had 21 likes, 5 shares, and 8 comments—but only one person posted a poem in response to the prompt, and it was my cousin. I’ve left comments open, though,...

So It Ends, and So It Begins

It began in the Westin Hotel pool on Maui. Well, truth be told, it began with a prayer four months earlier, the day I decided it was time to end 40 years of intense aquaphobia. I asked God to help me overcome this fear born...

Paint Chip Poetry Prompts

On a recent trip to Hawaii, I picked up this game called Paint Chip Poetry: A Game of Color and Wordplay. I wasn’t sure what I’d do with it, but I couldn’t resist the purchase, even though I don’t really have anyone to play it...

The Power of My Wound

Healing doesn’t happen all at once. Sexual trauma runs too deep, is much too complex for simple remedies. We have no Star Trek sickbay or magic tricorder to bind up the wounds, erase the battle scars. And would we want to if we could? Would...