I never know as much as when I don’t know anything. Continue reading →
To Know Much
I never know as much as when I don’t know anything. Continue reading
Hope for Heliotrope
Heliotrope was in a sour mope.
She was the last crayon picked.
She felt as if she’d been kicked. Continue reading
Mothers Near
Mother Near
I feel my mother near
in a garden,
leaves trembling,
like my heart,
as a butterfly lights
on a concrete goddess. Continue reading
Canada, You Rock!
It took the Canadians to remind us that America is Great, no matter what happens at tonight’s debate and over the next few weeks.
I have Canadians cousins, and I think Canada is great, too! Let’s try to set aside baseless accusations, lies and fear and get our jobs done. Because in the end, that is what makes America great!
Notes: Kids of all ages have strong emotions about the divisive politics being splashed across every screen in the country and beyond. Let’s not forget who we are. Survivors. We Americans are a race of survivors — survivors of epidemics, plagues, persecution, oppression, world wars, threats, discrimination, violence, hatred and fear. We’ll survive this election, too.
Delicious Demon
Eat the delicious demon.
Gobble him up.
Before his chocolate
nose runs
or his raspberry filling
bedevils your brain.
Breathe in that
cinnamon scent:
sweet, spicy, sinister.
He has the molten texture
of dark lava cake.
Sink into the zippy
comfort of way-too-much
sugar-joy, skating like
vengeful Olympians
in your veins.
The worst demons
are the delicious ones.
Resistance is futile.
He’s hiding his fangs?
Wouldn’t you,
if you were delicious, too?
Notes: Artwork is rights reserved to the original artist. This poem was inspired three years ago by comments on a post. Since then, it has lurked in my draft file, biding its time, sighing, despairing, imprisoned. Finally, I set it free. Dig in and enjoy. Have a magical day! Two weeks to Halloween!
Leaves Aflame
Clover Lit
Queen Anne’s Lace is
backlit by clover,
like raspberry planets
around a central star. Continue reading
Light as Air
Used by Permission of Resa at Artgowns.com
Princesses dance,
light as air,
think swan-light, Continue reading
Happy National Poetry Day
This is just to say…
Thank you, Earth
that held tight trees
bent to their knees
in hurricane winds and
that imprints time itself
on gorges, stone and shelf,
in the language of fossil hieroglyphics. Continue reading
Halloween Wordle Woes
A ghostly guttersnipe
crashes the party,
filching chocolate and cider. Continue reading
Looking Up
hope rises like heat
like a balloon let go
like prayers Continue reading
If I Remembered My Dreams, poem by Brenda Davis Harsham (IF I Poetry and Prose Series)
Another of my poems was published by Silver Birch Press for their “If I” series. Yay! Thanks, Melanie!
If I Remembered My Dreams
by Brenda Davis Harsham
If I remembered my
dreams,
I’d have great stories
with ambushes and
car chases through
city streets. I’d easily
evade cross-dressing
grandma clowns
and black-feathered
ballerinas.
I’d be chased
by giant grasshoppers.
I’d get away
in the nick of time.
I’d soar over over treetops
in a hot air balloon.
I’d solve impossible
theorems.
I’d invent a spaceship
or stow away in one.
I’d speak Spanish,
know the names of
all the stars,
and birds would take
seeds right from my hands.
Instead, I sleep as deep
as the Mariana Trench,
and if I swim with lantern fish,
dine on sea cucumber
or comb my hair with jellyfish,
I will never remember
or wake to tell the tale.
PHOTO: The author at the Boston Museum of Science with a giant grasshopper.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: I’m fascinated by the Mariana Trench…
View original post 120 more words
Friendly Fairy Tales 