Morning

Hearing the Ocean in a Tea Cup ( again)

The Sea, the Sea I met the Pacific in 1982, she in her blue-green majesty, and I, in perpetual denim, my words untested and eyes not yet jaded. For twelve months, hundreds of days, I…

MelindaJune 3, 2019

Poem Poetry Writing

Inch by Inch

Dear small band of loyal readers, I'm pleased to share that my poem, Reset, has placed second in the Light of the Stars poetry contest sponsored by Lone Stars magazine, and appears in the Spring 2019…

MelindaApril 9, 2019

Family Nature Poem Poetry Spirituality Writing

Our small eyes

Perchance Perhaps nothing begins or ends, not exactly. The field mouse knows the tall grass to be her world. We say morning comes, and yet it is always somewhere, just not in the very front…

MelindaMarch 11, 2019

Meditation Nature Poem Poetry Spirituality Writing

Morning is mostly a prayer

It's been over a month since I last posted here. The reasons are many, but I guess it all whittles down to this: not blogging begets not blogging. I'm here now, though, offering this poem…

MelindaDecember 20, 2018

Nature Poem Poetry Spirituality Writing

So many ways to say it. Be Here Now.

Between Opening the red door to a new spring day. my feet greet crumbs of last year’s leaves, dotted with recent, light green pollen all swirled into the little cove,…

MelindaMay 18, 2018

Nature Poem Poetry Writing

RESET

Reset This morning came twice to meet my wan welcome. There was pre-alarm almost-dawn when my eyelids were leaden, fingers numb after some sleep asana, and there was no joy in me to power the…

MelindaMarch 1, 2018

Autism Bink Family Parenting Poem Poetry Spirituality Uncategorized Writing

7 AM, Redux

Dear Reader, I'm so pleased to share my first of three finalist poems from the Songs of Eretz poetry contest. Though I didn't win first place this year, each finalist poem is eligible for the…

MelindaFebruary 20, 2018

Family Poem Poetry Uncategorized Writing

CONSORTIUM

Superguy is a very private sort. I am too, in my way. There are times, though, when things need to be said, out loud and in public. In a time when stress and fear seem…

MelindaSeptember 12, 2017

Crushes Nature Poem Poetry Spirituality Writing

Love letter to the morning

Love Letter to the Morning There is much they don’t know. Our history, the ways we cleaved together and then peeled apart. How you went on without me, blithely, and I mourned you even when…

MelindaSeptember 14, 2016