Dear Parents

My friend Moira expresses here so well the need to infuse our children with art and culture. Take our kids away from the screen and into the world of creativity!

Nine Cent Girl

Dear Parents,

First of all, a big thank you to all of you who hang in there. Who continue to show up for those noisy crazy little beings. Perhaps a special shout out for those of you who learn to grow along side them too. (In this area I was fortunate, in that just about every roundabout loony or otherwise twist and turn my siblings and I took, at least one of our parents understood, or learned to).

But what I really want to suggest today, is to be adventuresome with your kids. I know you’re tired. I know too many of you are between jobs or down on your luck, and working with all your inner resolve just to keep putting one foot in front of the other. Regardless, those little ones need to see the shiny side of life. They need movement to exert themselves and they need…

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Creativity and Mr. Hardcastle

It’s been almost two weeks since National Poetry Month ended during which I posted quite a bit, but I haven’t posted since.  But I have been writing,  painting, and crocheting.  Pretty soon,  I will post photos of my latest painting (finished today,  but no good photo yet and it’s still at the studio) and of the blanket I’m almost done crocheting (tonight or tomorrow,  I hope).  Several writing pieces  are also in the works.  Some are good; others need work. But I’m keeping at it. I hope you are too! 

In the meantime,  here’s a picture of my Lionel Hardcastle doing what he does best,  being cute. 

Pad 30: The Red

The Red.

What I see is red. 

But why do you wear

Red?

For blood perhaps.

But then which blood?

That which you don’t

Want to see,  menstrual?

Which means that you’ve

Failed. 

Or that which you do,  

Childbirth?

Do you really

Want that child though, 

Who is not yours

Though you gave birth to

Her? Him?

And what if she’s a she?

What of this world you’ve

Birthed her into?

Where will she fit?

How will she be used?

And if a he? 

What,  how will he

Grow up to be?

An oppressor? A user? A savior? 

But not an equal.

Not in this world. 
And in our world?

What then?

(PAD 30 prompt: The _____. Fill in the blank, make that your title,  and go.  I wrote this poem in response to seeing an art installation on The Handmaid’s Tale. )

PAD 28

How can a smell be warm?

Or welcoming? or comforting?

Or loving?

But on a rainy Saturday morning,

When you are snuggled up

Under the covers

Stretching awake, yet

Reluctant to get out of bed,

That first cup of coffee

Brought to you in bed

By your sweetheart

Smells like love.

 

(PAD 28 prompt: write a smell poem. Help me title this one!)

PAD 27: A Ramble Through the Park

A cool spring evening–

The trees festooned with buds–

A new season beginning–

New life, new hope, new love–

Off you go, to ramble

Through the park

Amid the green and pink and purple and yellow

The white and red–

The cracks in the pavement

Showing signs of winter’s stress

Are but a small hiccup to the

Peace of the day, of the season–

Don’t let the pests of spring blind you

And cause you to wince

And miss the beauty of the world

Waking up to a new day.

 

PAD prompt for April 27, 2017: use at least three of these six words in your poem:

  • pest
  • crack
  • ramble
  • hiccup
  • wince
  • festoon

 

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PAD 14: Quality Time

The implication is that quality

Transcends quantity.

Why go for a lot

When you can go for the best?

But when, really,

Did quality and quantity

Become enemies?

I want a quantity of

Quality time

With you.

 

(PAD prompt for April 14, 2017: Pick a popular saying, make it the title of your poem, and go.)

PAD 24: As Seasons Roll

From winter to spring, the seasons roll

Every year it has been so,

Every year it will be.

When snow tarries into March or April,

Still we know that spring is coming soon,

The snow won’t last, the days do lengthen,

Bright, breezy days will follow.

We do not question it even though

We cannot see the grass or feel the warmth,

We have faith that Nature will not let us down.

So when we fear and feel afraid of death’s dark door

And what is to come, have faith that

God will not abandon us, and just as surely

As spring follows winter, so too does

Light follow darkness.

 

 

(PAD prompt April 24, 2017: Write a faith poem.)

PAD 25: Love in the Doldrums 

Love’s first flush

Excites the spirit,

And passion ignited

Burns bright and hot;

Reignited, rekindled it

Stirs old blood to 

New or forgotten desire. 

But love in the doldrums

Is sweetest. 

A hand held 

Sitting on a couch

Watching dumb TV

Together, 

A kind word

An open ear,

Comfort, safety,

Home. 

Certain too that

The fever will return, 

But in between is 

Not absence, but 

Fullness. 

PAD 23: The Last Time I Read Shakespeare

The last time I read Shakespeare, 

I was a different person, 

And yet that was just two weeks ago. 

But the act of reading, changes you, 

And the act of living, and dying,  changes

Everything. 

And sometimes, two weeks

Is a lifetime and still

Not long enough. 

I’d like to return to the hope

Of two weeks ago 

The same way I can

Return to Shakespeare. 
(PAD challenge prompt for April 23, Shakespeare’s birthday,  is “Last_____”)