politics divide
but can’t be set aside
when the powerful
tell us we are powerless
then we must stand together
raise our voices
clamor to be heard
truth is more than a word
Copyright 2017 Brenda Davis Harsham Continue reading
politics divide
but can’t be set aside
when the powerful
tell us we are powerless
then we must stand together
raise our voices
clamor to be heard
truth is more than a word
Copyright 2017 Brenda Davis Harsham Continue reading

Cat went here. The moon was there.
Cat crept toward the Dandelion moon.
Cat’s paw was an asteroid, flying fast. Continue reading

Polkadot Princess Ladybug hides
her wings beneath
crimson shields. Continue reading
Our oldest love, our first love,
unfolding from our own birth,
grows as we take our first steps,
flows in our veins,
lodges in our fiber.
The love that makes us children again. Continue reading

Even Mother’s Day
is a mothering day.
A day of hair braiding,
breakfast sharing, Continue reading

cherry-petal pink
lilacs tease green hearts,
kissing and telling Continue reading

Gratitude for messy moments,
with their lively, unstudied drama.
Gratitude for the fragrant earth with
its briars, weeds and teeming life. Continue reading

Late snow or early heat,
a green shoot persists.
Rising from fragrant soil,
toe-deep in reverie,
surviving drought,
negligence and starving deer. Continue reading

Technology
and industry
create murky
byproducts.
Dragonpuffs of Continue reading

early leaves furled —
brightest riverwalk blooms
dot sculling shells Continue reading
Here are a couple enchanting tankas from Catherine celebrating spring, which is bursting out all around me in grassy vermillion, cardinal crimson and bluejay blue. I hope you have time to read her vivid verses. Have a magical weekend!
“…seek the resonance that enters a poem only when it is touched by the stillness of nature.”
~ Margarita Engle ~
Spring has finally arrived in my corner of Connecticut! The forsythia have been ablaze for the last two weeks, and greening lawns are dotted with dandelions. Everywhere you look, the world is abloom. For this final week of National Poetry Month, I decided to revisit Margarita Engle’s tanka challenge for Michelle Heidenrich Barnes’s Today’s Little Ditty Challenge. Even though there is nothing still about spring, the beauty of the season resonates deep within me.
Lithe limbs arch and bend
trimmed with a thousand blossoms,
ballerinas,
graced in frilly pink tutus,
chasséing on a spring breeze.
On a southern slope,
columns of bright daffodils
raise their trumpets high
and play a rousing…
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Let marathoners
thunder past,
I will dilly-dally
on trimmed grass, Continue reading