Category Archives: NaPoWrMo

I Hope It’s Not My Last

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At the beginning of the month I challenged myself to write a poem a day in April as a way to celebrate Poetry month.  It’s April 14th and I am pleasantly surprised to have made it this far. April’s not over yet, but my poetry writing days may be.  I have lots going on in my life right now and I am about to head out on a little trip.  I’m not sure how being out of my routine, having lots of fun with family, and poetry writing will fit together. We shall see.  So, with thirteen poems down, here’s one more before I hit the road.

I Hope It’s Not My Last

I almost made it halfway and  that’s good,

But, I may not make it as far as I should.

Life is moving at a rapid rate,

Poetry writing may have to wait.

I’m packing up and leaving town,

There may be no time to write things down.

I hate to think that this poem’s my last,

But if it is, I’ve had a blast!

Thank you for your patience with me in posting a poem a day. It really has been fun!  Is there anyone out there that would like to pick up where I’m leaving off?  Day 15 awaits!

My BETTER List

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My BETTER List

Songs and music of every kind,

All the seashells I can find,

Chocolate, Coffee, an Easter Peep,

Hallmark movies that make me weep,

Birds and goats and each Grand~Dog,

Standing on a mountaintop above the fog,

The sound of a wave crashing on shore,

My children arriving at my front door,

The flowers and trees around my yard,

Finding someone just the right card,

Comfortable shoes that are stylish too,

Projects that take glitter and glue,

My family, my faith, and my dear friends,

A really good book I hope never ends,

New recipes and eggs straight from the nest,

These are the things that I love best!

My List

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Still Waiting!

My List

Folding socks, mopping floors,

Opening broken garage doors,

Putting away groceries, buzzing flies,

Eating right, and EXERCISE,

Liver, tomatoes, stinky cheese,

Skirts that show my wrinkly knees,

Snakes and bats and curly hair,

Closed in spaces with no air,

Getting up early, packing a lunch,

These are all things I dislike a bunch!

A Glimpse of a Miracle

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"For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;" Psalm 139:13-14

“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;” Psalm 139:13-14

A Glimpse of a Miracle

I gazed upon his perfect face

His hands, and little toes

I thought I caught a glimpse of her

Around his button nose.

He kicked, he yawned and then he blinked

In awe I took it in.

I’m pretty sure his dad and he

share a handsome chin.

A miracle right before my eyes

Tears of joy ran down my cheek.

For where once only God could see

I was blessed to take a peek.

Little Boxes

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Little Boxes

Little boxes stacked up high

Inside, memories of days gone by.

Pictures, letters, report cards, too

Together they tell the story of you.

Bits and pieces of times long past,

Carefully saved to make remembrances last.

A poem, a ribbon, a small round stone

Preserved to go through when we feel alone.

Little boxes stacked up once more

Tucked in the closet, close the door.

Life moves on and then one day

Little boxes, so precious, are thrown away.

“Don’t store up treasures here on earth, where moths eat them and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal. Store your treasures in heaven, where moths and rust cannot destroy, and thieves do not break in and steal.  Wherever your treasure is, there the desires of your heart will also be.”  Matthew 6:19-21

Beach Dreaming

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Beach Dreaming

Her flowing arms rush toward me, open, bidding me to come.

Resonating in my ears, the rhythm of her song mimics my heartbeat.

She warms my very soul as balm on my skin.

Her fragrance familiar and serene,

A light breath passes across my cheek, briny,  cool, causing me to quiver.

I sigh, let go, and immerse myself in her beauty.

On her shore, I am reawakened once again.

 I am whole.

Note to Self

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Note to Self

It is what it is

What will be, will be.

You can’t change it now,

No need to worry.

Turn off your mind.

Close your eyes.

Tomorrow’s a new day,

The sun will rise.

Say your prayers,

Release your fear.

Pull up the sheet.

Now sleep, my dear.

On the Blink

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Crash, rattle, boink, clink….

Something here is on the blink.

Could it be the upstairs sink?

Woosh, doink, swish, flop…..

I’ve got to find it and make it stop!

Then order parts from an online shop.

Bump, beep, skip, grind…..

What ever is broken, I cannot find

Oh wait, that’s right….It’s my mind!

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On the Verge

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"The day the Lord created hope was probably the same day he created Spring." Bern Williams

“The day the Lord created hope was probably the same day he created Spring.” ~ Bern Williams

On the Verge

The sky, deceptively sparkling blue

But the air is crisp like it’s coming off the last snowy mountaintop.

Forsythia buds burst at their seams while waiting for warmth to usher them forth.

Slivers of green emerge on the tips of cold, empty Lilac limbs.

Whimsical  soft, silvery catkins dot the Pussy Willow tree.

Buzzards have found their way back and float endlessly on windy currents, anticipating.

While early Robins search nervously in the damp earth for a rare morsel.

Peep Frog songs trill from ponds but then go quiet, not ready to announce your arrival.

Where are you? 

The scent of rain in the air proclaims you’re near.

We’re anxiously waiting to welcome you.

So close

Yet,  still on the verge of Spring.