Outside

Outside

a squirrel & a dove

feed on the ground

figs are coming on

second crop for the birds

& my vision blurred

by the screen

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dVerse prompt to take a photo out the window, post photo and write a poem. Oh, how I feel my vision has been blurred lately.

Outside

Into the Bramble

wild blackberries

plump & ripe

grow in a bramble

of their own vines

make picking slow

& deliberate

sometimes bloody

when arms are uncovered

yet we pick

knowing their sweetness

in a pie— a jam— cobbler or wine

so into the bramble we go

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dVerse quadrille on bramble

Into the Bramble

Spring Song

Shall we go?

One will shovel

One will hoe

Feel the dirt

Between our toes

Work until sunlight goes

Shall we go?

Shall we go?

Turn the soil

Don’t say no

Need to ready

Soil is what we know

Make plants want to grow

Shall we go?

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NaPoWriMo prompt on an inspiration from music. This is a spring song for entering into the ground breaking work of gardening.

Spring Song

My Red Wheelbarrow

I wheeled my red wheelbarrow

filled with poppy and lupine

past three horses pasturing

past the wind-warped madronas

past the heron and the wren

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NaPoWriMo prompt on the poets who have had an impact on our poetry writing. These are images from three of my favorite poets—

Line 1. William Carlos Williams

Line 2-3. Robinson Jeffers

Line 4-5. Theodore Roethke

My Red Wheelbarrow

Lake Bosumtwi

 

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A meteor struck

filled with rain

fish came

 

twenty tribes

along the shore

speak Twi

 

fishermen

& their families

tour guides too

 

akwaaba   welcome

medaase   thank you

mayera   I’m lost

 

primary school

helps the children

learn English

 

sacred lake to Ashanti

protect her

life-sustaining waters

 

Tumi nyina ne asase

All power emanates

from the earth

 

 

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NaPoWriMo prompt to write a place poem.  Lake Bosumtwi is the only natural lake in Ghana,  an ancient impact crater.

 

 

Lake Bosumtwi

Hope in the Desert

I was slipping on a mossy hillside

green against my skin

ready to slide

I am lying in a forest of ferns

green against my skin

beautiful bed

I saw a rainbow in the East

green against my skin

hope in the desert

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NaPoWriMo Day #1 prompt— a self-portrait poem in metaphor— how nature and God provide

Hope in the Desert