How do ravens see the world? And you? How do you see the world? We all have out own perspective. Thanks for looking,Stay well, be curious, learn things. KateNovember, 2023
Category: writing
A Poem for Today
Mother Carey’s Hen There are days I don’t think about the sea; weeks wash by, in fact,then a shearwater - or some such- flutters byon the salt flats fanning out in my mind’s eye,reflected there, a shimmering reverie, recalling the pact I once made (and renew today) to hold to a higher altitude.But note the … Continue reading A Poem for Today
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Morning Poem
Morning Poem by Mary Olivwer
Where April Went. A Story of Writing Block
I didn't write for a month. I've been lamenting my writing block, trying to figure out how to break through. I decided to examine it more closely. I sat down in my favorite chair with coffee close to hand. Then Beadle started bothering the cat, so I told her to get down, and removed the … Continue reading Where April Went. A Story of Writing Block
A Poem on the Anniversary of My Mother’s Death
LOOKING FOR GREEN Finding something green in my mother's kitchen is easy. Look on the counter top. It'll be there. But wait, I haven't shown you around. Enter here from the hall by the front door. Notice the slate floor, three skylights ranging overhead. We'll go past the circular stairway made of stone like an … Continue reading A Poem on the Anniversary of My Mother’s Death
A Pair of (unrelated) Poems
Echoes It was the closing of the day when the geese filled the sky, honking hollow echoes of sound. Wings curved, close, over the water. When the geese filled the sky their reflection held the sunlight, in wings, curved close over the water. Landing in sunset ripples on the pond their reflection held the sunlight … Continue reading A Pair of (unrelated) Poems
Villanelles
I’ve been trying for a couple weeks now to write about truth and lies, facts and opinions, but I keep getting stuck, so I’ll share some poetry instead. I start with Elizabeth Bishop's One Art. One Art The art of losing isn’t hard to master; So many things seem filled with the intent To be … Continue reading Villanelles
The Nature of Things 