The Peace of Wild Things Wendell Berry This has been a day of many poems to live even though I feel I have done almost nothing except sit and stare. Well, maybe not exactly nothing because: 1. I did talk to my sister-in-law in Britain. Something I do every week and we remembered my late […]

I lead a simple life. In fact I like many of the simple pleasures the poet lists. I love all the condiments to be sure. However, I will add marinated anchovies preferably eaten in Spain. I’m not a fan of windy days, but I do like sunny ones, especially in Spring when the lime green

“It is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in this broken world.” Mary Oliver. I think of this quotation often because the world at the moment is broken. Evil people have taken over. They are dismantling our lives to serve their own interests. I am fortunate enough to have a

Another satirical poem from Brian Bilston made me think of all the poems I haven’t written partly because, as l have said before, I don’t write poetry and partly because l share a similar dislike for many of the topics listed. So if I am to set aside my goal of only positives in what

This winter it was easy to live this poem. Most of the time between mid-November and mid-March “Life was a barren field/frozen with snow.” I did escape, though, to follow a dream I have kept alive for at least four months. In mid-March I flew to Spain to walk my third Camino with my son.

The Red Wheel Barrow So much dependsupon a red wheelbarrow glazed with rainwater beside the whitechickens William Carlos Williams Today will be one of those all day rains. I’ll sit in my big chair and do some needlework, two crossword puzzles in the Saturday paper and idle on Facebook. I’m glad I took some time

I love words – random words, words in context, words out of context, layered words, nerd words and lost words. Though I am rarely at a loss for words. I covet Brian Bilston’s brilliance with words because words often become my tiny poems of the day ….. See what I mean 😊 If I had

I realize now, that I have been living poetry all my life. I fold clothes. In a good year I have even ironed clothes and I mend clothes. Mary Oliver lives her poems in nature. I have only recently had the time to do this. But I have for most of my life lived the

If I leave early in the morning, maybe 7:00am when the sun is just up, for my 10kms walk, I can be almost alone in my poem of the day. Thank you Mary Oliver for putting my day into words.

OK, the gods of the universe have made contact again, this time through the oracle of Facebook. I came across a meme from someone I may have subscribed to (or not as the case may be.) The meme began… “read poetry; write poetry; live poetry.” I was intrigued. I read poetry. I don’t write poetry.