Hyacinth Hats

Purple Hyacinth crushed by snow

Purple party hats prickle
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Snow Flowers

Yellow Daffodil in snow

Snow showers
bury
spring flowers
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Echos

New spring leaves

Anyone who falters to a stop,
mid breath, and
lets her words breathe,
then echo,
then die,
is a poet.

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Find the Divine

University of St. Thomas in Minneapolis photo by Laura Purdie Salas

Fresco at University of St. Thomas in Minneapolis Used by Permission of Laura Purdie Salas

The fairy tale, the prosaic,
the absurd and the divine,
find their way into myth,
story, art and rhyme.

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Spring’s Poetry

Skunk Cabbage -- Symplocarpus foetidus

Mudiferous,
squelching ramble
beneath bare branches
and yearning buds
yields a vast harvest
in my wintry soul
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Happy Birthday to Robert Frost

 

foo dog dragon statue, white

Dragon’s voice rings
with thundering wings.
The foo dog’s yawn
brings the dawn.
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Roses for Noses

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My nose misses roses
through long winter days,
but Trader Joe’s knows.
There, summers scents
come in cellophane.
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Peace is like Sunlight

Willow tree

Peace is like sunlight:
I yearn toward it.
I can’t hold it in my hand.
I want it most
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Yellow Thing

Daffodils with blue sky

I enjoy every
yellow thing
that blooms in
early spring.

Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note: This ditty is in honor of writing and rewriting manuscripts galore. Plus, today, I won an award-winning book thanks to a cat named Maggie. Continue reading

Happy World Poetry Day!

Some people never go crazy.
What truly horrible lives they must lead.

— Henry Charles Bukowski

purple crocus shining in sun

I have greatly enjoyed my crazy poetry-filled day. Continue reading

Lake

Esther reminds us that poetry shared never dies. A perfect thought for World Poetry Day. I hope you’re enjoying my poetry party.

Esther H.'s avatarHortus Closus

Picture by Elisabeth Blanchet

The evening by the
Lake and you are here again
With me, by my side.

You took my hand, told me verses,
These moments will never die.

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I am not what you think I am

Poets love words, but we love labels lots less. This video says why better than I could. Thanks to N.E. White for preferring love, like I do. To me, this sounded like performance poetry, so I offer the video as spoken poetry. If you’ve never been to a poetry slam, give it a try one day. It’s crazyfabulousbrave.

N. E. White's avatarN. E. White

Great spoken word video:

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