Tag: poetry

My Nostalgic Find

A most wonderful and nostalgic find in my recipe box a few afternoons ago; I decided to post it today and you will see why.  62 years ago today in 1957,  my grandmother-whom we always called Nana-wrote down a recipe for Easy Chocolate Frosting… Continue Reading “My Nostalgic Find”

A Quilt Whispers

This poem is based upon a true event. Shortly after my grandfather passed away in August 1974, I found a battered worn down quilt in the corner of my grandparents’ living room. I had not seen it before in all my childhood years visiting… Continue Reading “A Quilt Whispers”

Poetry Project Bridges the Generation Gap

As President of the Pikes Peak Branch of NLAPW, I am very proud of the Poetry in the Schools Outreach Program that was the inspiration of the collaborative book titled “Creating Students who Soar Higher Through the Poetry in the Schools Project’. Thank you Sarah… Continue Reading “Poetry Project Bridges the Generation Gap”

In Honor Of National Poetry Month: Jane Kenyon’s Advice

“Be a good steward of your gifts. Protect your time. Feed your inner life. Avoid too much noise. Read good books, have good sentences in your ears. Be by yourself as often as you can. Walk. Take the phone off the hook. Work regular… Continue Reading “In Honor Of National Poetry Month: Jane Kenyon’s Advice”

Enjoying Christmas…for a few days more

  “There is more to life than increasing its speed” -Ghandi It has been a busy and exhausting couple of months. Losing a family member suddenly and without warning brings life to a sudden stop. Everyday tasks, schedules, work responsibilities and other commitments come… Continue Reading “Enjoying Christmas…for a few days more”

Christmas Dawn

This poem, written and published in my first poetry collection titled ‘Journey On: Beauty and Grit Along the Way, is accompanied by a translation into Latvian.   Christmas Dawn    I awake in the Christmas dawn light;  a shimmering snowfall   echoes upon the mountains.  Through parted curtains,   my curious eyes follow  a shaking of snow   from pine needled branches.    An opera of sun slowly takes over;  erasing long blue gray shadows.  We lie under the soft warmth   of the red plaid comforter,  meeting the moment   of a gentle and tender us.   … Continue Reading “Christmas Dawn”

Broken Crayons

This poem needs no explanation. It was written almost twenty years ago and has not seen the light of day as it has been kept in my files all this time. It is a relevant one  I feel…just as it was when it was… Continue Reading “Broken Crayons”

Walking Alone

Walking alone by the roadside, I meander…

Celebrating the Leap

Yes, sometimes you just have to take the leap and I did just that.

Remnant

A very special poem from my poetry collection Journey On: Beauty And Grit Along the Way. It was one of those poems that came to me so easily…I love when writing a poem can actually be almost effortless. This one was: Remnant You found… Continue Reading “Remnant”

The Workbench

The Workbench After the burial, I walk up to the old white clapboard house and peer with cupped hands into a cobwebbed cellar window. Inside the dank and musty interior, I see my grandfather’s once vital workbench ghostlike, scarcely lit by streaks of powdered… Continue Reading “The Workbench”

I am greeting September with a quiet poem for my readers. The bustle of summer is now past. Here in Colorado our mornings begin with chilled autumn like temperatures. Spots of orange are appearing on the scrub oak and the aspens are tinged with… Continue Reading “”

Beatrix Potter

Le petit lapin espiègle à la veste bleue vous a toujours séduit par ses facéties et vous souhaitez en savoir plus sur celle qui lui a donné vie, ce blog vous ouvre la porte du monde fascinant de Beatrix Potter

Vox Populi

A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

A Note From Abroad

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sailaway from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” ~ Mark Twain

(CALIATH)

An Empyrean Cycle

Shreya Vikram

Blurring the lines between poetry and prose

Tea Blog

Official Blog of the English Tea Store

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