I dig my toes into the carpet
like tree roots. Continue reading →
Tree Pose
I dig my toes into the carpet
like tree roots. Continue reading
The Light and Poetry Friday
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.
— Leonard Cohen, Anthem
You can read the remaining lyrics here.
You can read the remaining lyrics here.
In honor of recently departed Leonard Cohen, a songsmith, wordsmith and inspiration, I wrote a previous poem and this new poem, retyped below because screen readers for the visually-impaired cannot read words inserted in jpegs:
Shine Like Leonard Cohen
Find the words
everyone knows
but sing them deeper
where fear goes
sing them deeper
where hope hides
sing them deeper
where light flows.
everyone knows
but sing them deeper
where fear goes
sing them deeper
where hope hides
sing them deeper
where light flows.
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Welcome to Poetry Friday! I’m happy and honored to host Poetry Friday this week for the first time. If you’ve participated before, you know what to do. If you haven’t, you can click the blue box and add a link to your blog of an original poem, a favorite poem or a review of poetry. Or leave your link in the comments.
Autumn Shindig Invitation
Please post a link to your favorite fall artwork, photograph or poem below!
See below to join the party. Here’s mine:
Five Alive
five
seeds fly
up sky high
letting the wind
find their inner birds until warm earth calls
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Welcome to my Autumn Shindig!
Please post a seasonal link here or in the comments:
Notes: My poem is my first ever tetractys, or a 5-lined, syllable-counting poetry form, organized as follows:
Line 1 – 1 syllable
Line 2 – 2 syllables
Line 3 – 3 syllables
Line 4 – 4 syllables
Line 5 – 10 syllables
To rhyme or not to rhyme, hmmm. Here’s an example from the talented Aussie poet, Kathryn Apel:
Class
erupts
as teacher
flees in terror,
huntsman spider ignorant of error.
© Kathryn Apel
Final note: This is my first attempt to use inlinkz. It’s a dry run for getting it to work when I host Poetry Friday this Friday! I’d really appreciate you adding a link. I need to know it’s working!!
Idle Fairy Thoughts
I hope you enjoy Molly Hogan’s lovely fairy poem. I love her petalled paths, wayward blossoms and moonshine shield. Have a great weekend!
Walking through the woods this fall, I’ve discovered multitudes of mushrooms in all shapes and sizes. This particularly delicate one, the only one of its kind I’ve seen, caught my fancy and sent my thoughts swirling to the world of fairies.
After the festivities end
and dawn’s light fringes the sky,
who tucks away
the fairy paraphernalia
so no discerning human eye
casts a canny glance
at petalled paths
and circled stones?
Flush with late night revelry,
trailing dew-laden feet and
drooping wings,
might the sleepy wee folk
overlook
a wayward blossom
or other tell-tale sign-
perhaps this purple-ribbed
fairy parasol,
a dainty moonshine shield,
now illuminated
in sunshine’s glow
above an oddly tidy
bed of moss?
Molly Hogan (c) 2016
Please take the time to check out Poetry Friday Roundup. This week it’s hosted by the amazing Jama Rattigan who dishes up delights at her feast of a blog, Jama’s Alphabet Soup.
The Elves Must Go
Leaves touch earth with a
quiet whisper that sadly says,
the elves must go.
It’s time, it’s true. Continue reading
Leaf Scuffing
My dragging feet find
note cards from the multi-verse
with its stanzas of seasons,
rhyming couplets of colors, Continue reading
Ferns Found
a palette of earthtones
paints hillsides
with Autumn song Continue reading
Halloween Color
Scarlet Autumn
Halloween
haunted in harvest reds
summer’s fallen
Note: Here’s a happy halloween haiku for you!
Shop Is for Boys by Brenda Davis Harsham (MY PRIZED POSSESSION Poetry and Prose Series)
Another of my poems was published this morning by Silver Birch Press. And I’m listening to Muddy Waters. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c0_eRVroLqs Life is good. I hope you have a magical Halloween tomorrow. Be safe!
Shop Is for Boys
by Brenda Davis Harsham
I’ll tell you a secret.
When I was a girl,
shop class was for boys.
They sawed, hammered
and sanded birdhouses.
In place of shop,
I learned to make a roux
and divide recipes by two.
I pretended not to be
jealous, but I was.
One steamy summer,
I signed up for sculpture.
I wanted to carve.
I wanted to weld.
I wanted to create
structures taller than me.
I started with wood —
four glued-together,
two-inch-thick boards of
heavy mahogany.
The bandsaw looked big
enough to slice off my arm.
But I carved off corners
as if I knew what to do.
I chiseled, swinging
my mallet with arms that
grew stronger every day.
My gouge released curls of wood.
The scent of fresh wood
intoxicated.
The belt sander screamed
like death itself. My bird took
shape as I sweated,
stopping…
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October Blooms
October blooms are
heavy under gray skies.
Summer is a faded smudge
on the hydrangeas. Continue reading
Smiling at Eternity
Our bones are always smiling. Continue reading
Halloween is Coming!
Bat haunts dark trees
in leaf costume, hunting.
The full silver moon hides its eyes.
Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham
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