natural world

Nature Poem Poetry Writing

Turn, turn, turn, turn

OCTOBER October is like an unplanned drive, the roads back country and meandering, the other cars occasional, a determined deer or quicksilver squirrel the biggest hazards, and then just like that the road widens, and…

MelindaOctober 6, 2019

Autism Bink Family Love Parenting Poem Poetry Writing

WALKING

At twelve, thirteen, fourteen months, when most children begin to walk, or make a show of pulling their soft wobbly bodies to stand, you were content to sit and rub the carpet, watch the fibers…

MelindaAugust 12, 2019

Mindfulness Nature Poem Poetry Spirituality Writing

Temporal Tryst

Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero, meaning “seize the day while trusting as little as possible on what tomorrow might bring”. Tomorrow In a daytime dream, the kind of interlude I once slipped into and…

MelindaJuly 10, 2019

Nature Poem Poetry Spirituality Writing

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

Nature Women's Issues Writing

Pentimento

pentimento noun pen·ti·men·to | \ ˌpen-tə-ˈmen-(ˌ)tō Definition of pentimento A reappearance in a painting of an original drawn or painted element which was eventually painted over by the artist The canvas: my face in the…

MelindaMay 24, 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

Family Nature Poem Poetry Singing Writing

Daisy Bell

I'm showing my age, and proudly, when I ask this—do you remember the sweet old song called Daisy Bell? "Daisy, Daisy, tell me your answer, do/ I'm half crazy all for the love of you..."…

MelindaFebruary 11, 2019

Art Nature Poem Poetry Singing Spirituality Writing

In praise of song

SONG STORIES You open your mouth and out pours a river carrying the rhythms of fluids— blood and lymph, tears, synovial. It is current, and source, keeper of…

MelindaJanuary 2, 2019

Meditation Nature Poem Poetry Singing Spirituality Writing Yoga

Receiving the darkness

The word solstice was born from the Latin sol ( sun) and sistere ( to stand still). Solstice, winter This darker interlude could be a meditation, a reckoning with the deceptive nature of time. The…

MelindaDecember 22, 2018