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: Poetry
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
Wishing to be 18, poem by Brenda Davis Harsham (ME, AT 17 Poetry and Prose Series)
Here is a poem of being 17 and a photo of me with a friend’s cat. Have a magical weekend!
Wishing to be 18
by Brenda Davis Harsham
wishing away
my youth
wishing the days gone
so I can be gone
from a place of
confinement
where I can’t be real
I have to be fake
to pretend no feelings
have no opinion
make no waves
ask for nothing
do my chores
finish my homework
watch the sun set
the snow fly
the rain grizzle
through my window
damping myself into poetry
where my words
can sprout
grow wings
fly away
like me
one day
soon.
Someday,
I will own
a cat.
AUTHOR’S PHOTO CAPTION: Me at 18 holding Mouser the Cat, alas not mine, but not loved the less for belonging to someone else.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: Adolescence can be a tough time, an awkward time of waiting to grow up. Books and poetry were a balm to my soul. One dream that didn’t let go of me was…
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Ferocious Women
Ferocious Women
who never bring you coffee
dream in poetry Continue reading
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
A Sonnet: Let the Sun Set on Hatred
I wrote this pre-Trump, but I think it still covers a lot of the right ground. Let’s not attack each other. Let’s lay aside our differences and work toward a stable future. Let’s try to not dismantle the things that matter out of our fear.
We are all children together looking for answers,
Cheered by beauty, gymnasts, athletes or dancers.
We look for family, love or a release to our pain,
For food, comfort, or shelter from fear and distain.
We are all alike: blessed by every sunny day,
Then cast down by ice storms and endless gray.
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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!
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