after Terrance Hayes’s lines:
sing until our blood is jazz,
we swing from June to June
Our skin is too tight. We need to sing,
our spirits folded into cranes, until
we can no longer stop our
words from spilling like blood, Continue reading
Author Archives: Brenda Davis Harsham
Summer Poetry Swap
A Girl Can
Freed,
treed,
high as a bird,
like a rising song,
with a need to climb
ever higher,
a girl can believe,
can succeed,
can belong. Continue reading
Summer Postcard Swap
Thanks to Jone for her amazing poem and photograph that arrived on a lovely plaque:
summer days
families gather
for sunset Continue reading
Hiding Spell
Don’t look,
don’t see,
I’ll stay still,
you won’t see me!
Copyright 2017 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Here’s a ditty for a summer day in honor of a shy visitor. Do you see the bunny?
Freckled Lily
Rippled pond,
dew-strung lawn.
Yawning moon
welcomes dawn. Continue reading
Rosebay Pink
Our rosebay rhododendron
is white with pink newness. Continue reading
Postcard Power
Thanks to Tabatha Yeatts, who channeled winter and the White Witch in her summer postcard swap. She sent me a poetic mashup of fairy tale, Narnia and politics. Continue reading
Yarrow Tide
yellow yarrow clouds
like bits of solid sunlight
speak of summer Continue reading
A Poem Just For Me
Early Morning Decisions
The weather is just right
Birds sing and birds feed
As the steam of your tea
Tells you to read
For the creation of others
Inspires you to look…
Read the rest here.
by AmandWrites
Notes: Written just for me, with a brief comment. Isn’t she a star? Stop by and check her out, and maybe she’ll write a poem just for you!
Fish Nests
Little fish, in the shallows,
where the sun turns
the soil to gold,
your round nest
blooms next to others,
forming a pattern
like dandelions on a lawn. Continue reading
Barnacles and Cheese
Ridged shells,
sea conchiglie*,
drenched in warm
asiago, romano and
cheddar cheese,
look like barnacles Continue reading
