Category: poetry
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Last Row of the Season: A Poetic Journey
The season of rowing is ending- One last session on the canal Eight rowers in unison Gliding over water Sunshine to twilight Blush, violet, peach, grace the sky BEAUTY stuns It was the last row of the season. It is getting darker earlier and the Erie Canal will soon be drained. I had mixed emotions…
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Celebrating Life: Small Joys and Big Goals
Treasuring another year olderUnwrapping each day’s living giftSmall joy beholderTreasuring another year olderNew choices- my life’s molderHealthier, stronger, fitter- my body’s shiftTreasuring another year olderUnwrapping each day’s living gift September is my birthday month which often leads me to set goals for the coming year. After having some health concerns last year, I am treasuring…
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Joyful Learning After Tech Glitches and Nature’s Reset
Tech glitches FRUSTRATION Change math plans Walk outside Sun, sky, warmth Relieves angst Back to class learning starts joyfully. This is the tale of my day at school so far. I was in a kindergarten class co-teaching a math lesson. The students were going to be using their ipads for the first time. They were…
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Day Bookended with Serenity: Morning Mingling, Sunset Serenity
Day ushered in with serenity- tranquil waters parted by twin kayaks rowing side by side in friendship, catching-up stories of ups, downs carried away on ripples- giving peace. Stress released stroke by stroke sinking into dark wavy waters- spouses paddling in sync floating, absorbing beauty of declining sun’s colored sky Day culminates with serenity. I…
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Mesmerizing Water Lilies: A Monet Painting Come to Life
Dark blue pond ripples bedecked with white gracefulness on this summer morn- enchantress of water world glorifying quiet beauty. I felt like I was gliding through a Monet painting. One of his famous Water Lilies. As I sat in my kayak and scanned the pond, my eyes were filled with hundreds upon hundreds of white…
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The Battle Within: Body-Mind Tug-of-War
So this was the battle between my body and my brain this morning when the alarm went off. The thoughts bantering about clicked into a Poem for Two Voices. The blue is the messages of my body. The red are the thoughts in my mind. The purple words are said by both voices as they…
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Twenty Minutes in My Backyard
The American Robin clearly whistles a repeated 3 syllable song into the cooling breeze. A House Sparrow chirrups back a hurried response- “Yes, I see the darkening clouds. When do you expect rain?” A very subtle plink, plat of unseen raindrops polka dots the patio stones. A Downy Woodpecker silently swoops onto the bird feeder…
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