Thief of dreams,
rambler in blizzard white,
shadow on virgin snow,
Old Man Winter,
tell a tale this cold night
before you go. Continue reading
Category Archives: Photography
Who am I?
Some days, I am round
like the sun,
but my ancient face
is shadowy. Continue reading
Nye for Love
Children of the World,
who breathe perfumed air in
rose gardens, spice-filled kitchens,
orange groves and city streets… Continue reading
Worship
We bring flowers when we
love and worship
not threats and illegal detentions. Continue reading
Poetry Postcards
Have you ever sent someone a poetry postcard? I sent five this year (first time ever) and here the ones I got in return (Yay!):
Thanks Margaret Simon for the beautiful zebras and good advice:
Thoughtful promise:
Savor every life moment
adventurously
Like a Fist
At times sunset
comes down
like a fist,
clenched with
unsaid words,
storms forecast,
and even the color pink
becomes a
menace
of feminine power. Continue reading
America the Beautiful
Shoulder to shoulder
with people determined
to be heard,
holding up signs
in weary arms,
speaking in twitter-like tweets
to a man who cannot
turn his back
and ignore millions
around the country
and around the world. Continue reading
January Misgivings
In honor of Donald Trump’s Inauguration Day, I find myself speechless, but I am resonating with:
Herman Melville’s Misgivings
When ocean-clouds over inland hills
Sweep storming in late autumn brown,
And horror the sodden valley fills,
And the spire falls crashing in the town,
I muse upon my country’s ills—
The tempest bursting from the waste of Time
On the world’s fairest hope linked with man’s foulest crime. Continue reading
Curled with Cold
forest fern
curled with cold
gathers sunshine
Copyright 2017 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Yay to the New England Patriots who won a playoff last night! Woo-hoo!
Restless
Restless in winter, inside,
because of ice, afraid to fall. Continue reading
Surviving Ice
Ice survives rain
and the chill warmth
of balmy January,
in pieces.
Copyright 2017 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Are you the rain, hitting fast and gone as quickly, or the ice, surviving, but in pieces?
The Wizard Sea
This gray day, I find myself at sea, as I read Herman Melville’s poetry. In his life, he suffered the fears and disappointments of writing for a living. The fickle nature of the sea symbolized his readers, who loved Moby Dick, but deserted him with their indifference to his later works, including stirring civil war poetry.
Here is an excerpt from his poem, The Haglets, that speaks to my fairy-tale-loving heart:
Imbedded deep with shells
And drifted treasure deep,
Forever he sinks deeper in
Unfathomable sleep —
His cannon round him thrown,
His sailors at his feet,
Where never haglets beat. Continue reading
Friendly Fairy Tales 