A place to gather words before they get lost.
in my case, canvas ... — Terese Svoboda
lower case letters; signals from the edge of a wrinkled piece of paper,
some ink strewn on, a light from the moon on a dress, a mess, later, I'll probably hedge some sort of guess
that this is what you get when you aim for art, and miss the rest
Day 7 for #AdventPoems24 inspired somewhat by 'Hope Wanted Alive' by Terese Svoboda https://poets.org/poem/hope-wanted-alive
Words, hard to find, nest themselves inside my ear
then, like that, disappear
a year or more later, there they are,
at rest as if they had never left
as if, they never went far
at all
Day 6 for #AdventPoems24 With only the vaguest reference to Nate Marshall's “what it is & will be” https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1mMIKnZM1jq6CAi_1jzlJ6ujUFBJIyjSHkNwabBI4tOU/present#slide=id.g31698387273_0_1
Fur, too, digging in with little feet, burrowing in against the inclement - never waning, there's no time for complaining - there's only breathing in the rhythms of each other
Day 5 for #AdventPoems24 inspired by 'Hope Is A Thing With Feathers' by Emily Dickinson https://poets.org/poem/hope-thing-feathers-254
... pavement strewn with the confetti ... by Ada Limon
I'm bent crooked from bending down at my waist as I pick up the words I dropped here yesterday, my ideas veined in yellow and gold, like leaves of Autumn, now just as fragile, too, and my clenched fingers turn each couplet and stanza into powdered dust, compost for some future poem
Day 4 for #AdventPoems24 Line taken from 'Instructions On Not Giving Up' by Ada Limon https://poets.org/poem/instructions-not-giving
Under time lives silence — from Original Hope by Lauren Camp
Quiet, then, for a moment,
a respite in the storm of noise
The world's most cherished silent spaces
beckon to us; we listen
Day 3 for #AdventPoems24 Inspired by 'Original Hope' by Lauren Camp https://poets.org/poem/original-hope
Dark roads like these don't remain so; the promise of morning always brings light
Day 2 for #AdventPoems24 inspired by 'Opening The Hands Between Here And There' by Jane Hirshfield
Advent of Hope by Deanna M. https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1mMIKnZM1jq6CAi_1jzlJ6ujUFBJIyjSHkNwabBI4tOU/present#slide=id.g317dfd1e88d_0_0
The first of many cold days ahead – sorta wish it was Spring, instead
for Algot
A long line of Pine, in a winter grove; Warblers dancing on needles
Imagine loneliness on wheels, teetering off balance, as if skating on ice formed after a storm, with its arm outstretched for support, wondering who will be the one to hold you forever?
Day 1 for #AdventPoems24 inspired by 'The Rider' by Naomi Shihab Nye https://poets.org/poem/rider
One single flower endures; sleepy survivor of a long winter