My Favorite Things – A Poem
I touch the sacred gifts from the earth
nourish my soul with their splendour
gather each gem, one at a time.
I touch the sacred gifts from the earth
nourish my soul with their splendour
gather each gem, one at a time.
Secretly, I whispered,
“This is perfect!”
I asked my husband, “Do you want to wait and do it
on Monday afternoon after lunch?”On Saturdays you can usually find me baiting my hooks and casting my lines or angling along the various streams of my favorite fishing holes. No matter the weather or season, I prepare for a day of searching and probing for my best probabilities. But, I’m not in the rural creek behind my house or in a boat on the warm and pleasant Caribbean Sea. Oh, no…
Continue reading →I realized what I searched for in September. Every new day in this quest twisted and turned in on me as I searched for the form that would be perfect for my September poem. I began to feel like a whirling dervish as I kept mentally marking the days and nights. I
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