I know I’ve introduced you to Laura my cohort at The Reverie Journal. Here we discuss a whole menagerie of things- aging, self-confidence small town living, and learning to love yourself. All this and we managed to talk about poetry as well. I hope you enjoy this interview.
Also catch me today on the channel with Amy and Burgess talking about our Camp NaNoWriMo experiences at 8 pm EST on my channel. Join us.
She drinks in the morning’s gentle glow,
watching rich plums, fade into rouge, orange peaks
and finally bright yellow
chases away lingering tendrils of inky night skies.
Even the distant mountains’ craggy peaks
seem to stretch a little
to feel dawn’s embrace.
Her puppy lifted his sleepy head once
giving a half-hearted yip at birds
singing their morning tribute
in the maple trees.
She sipped her coffee from her chipped mug,
toes curled on her porch’s rail.
Pink polish matched the swaying the posies.
settling into her happy place.
Welcome to the 20th of March, which is when #1000 Speak for Compassion like to spread joy across the internet. Today is also International Day of Happiness, which I think is an absolutely brilliant pairing.
Write something about your happiness, finding happiness, happiness in general, or compassion. Be sure to link up below, we want to read what your thoughts.
Other ways to get involved:
Join 1000 Voices Speak for Compassion on Facebook
Visit the 1000Speak blog
Follow @1000Speak on Twitter
Use the #1000Speak hashtag across social media.
I tap, tap, tap
Face darkened room, faces
hear feet shuffling,
Then my mouth drops
letting loose strings of
Giving way to clause
spilling over the brim with
and the audience takes incautious sips
burning the tips of their tongues,
so they have to shout
their ooohs…and ahhs…
because it’s just too damn hot.
until my last analogy
falls like a leaf from a
Softly swinging in the breeze
to thunderous applause.
This poem was written in response to this Monday’s prompt on The Reverie Journal that asks, if you could be anywhere, where would you be? Today, I’d like to be on a stage, reciting spoken word to a crowd who is loving it. If you have an idea for a poem, write it up and definitely link it up so we can read where you’d like to be.