dusty road
farmstand strawberries
spring in my step
Notes: This was written in honor of Suzanne’s new haiku prompt site, On the Road. Continue reading
Tag Archives: Poetry
Silver Song
Will drops a berry in a stream.
It rolls and bounces along.
He thinks a dappled fish nibbles,
until he hears a silver song. Continue reading
Moonlight Gloss
Moonlight glosses
dark waters.
Its silver light
beckons across
cold, silent space,
soothing us in our
troubled sleep. Continue reading
Room to Bloom
Like a flower, just opened,
hiding secrets
in my heart,
I have room to bloom,
to stretch and expand
into sunshine, Continue reading
Truth not Lies
June 4, 2017, I marched for Truth
among throngs of thousands.
For truth is more than a word.
Truth is right from wrong.
Truth is refuge and solace for
Americans, tall and small. Continue reading
Of Truth and Tyranny
Poppies for
remembrance.
Fallen soldiers.
Fallen journalists.
Blood spilled in fields.
We cannot sleep. Continue reading
The Art of Opposites
Audacity, reverence;
focus, dreaminess;
stone, flowers;
focus, dreaminess;
stone, flowers;
frozen fire, burning ice;
reticence, expletive;
truth, proof, belief;
reticence, expletive;
truth, proof, belief;
Happy Memorial Day
But now they lie low,
While over them the swallows skim,
And all is hushed at Shiloh.
And all is hushed at Shiloh.
— Herman Melville, from his moving civil war poem, Shiloh: A Requiem (April, 1862)
Orange News Stings
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 and the Dandelion Moon
Cat went here. The moon was there.
Cat crept toward the Dandelion moon.
Cat’s paw was an asteroid, flying fast. Continue reading
Ladybug and New Sage
Polkadot Princess Ladybug hides
her wings beneath
crimson shields. Continue reading
Happy Mother’s Day
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
