The shimmer of the world through poetry

It may be day ‘whatever’ of our new abnormal (not willing to call it new normal) but it is Day 5 of National/global poetry writing month.  My group of poets has been hard at work collectively creating from around the globe.

Apparently because I have time on my hands, I seeded another small poetry boom with two other friends.

Here are two tastes of what we’ve been up to:


we are not ourselves —
broken by the tides
waves bigger than a volkswagon
bigger than a house
slap us to enfeeblement.

the two children hand in our hand
have floated out to sea
you grasp for them, understand the sea foam in a new way
reach the cold undertow, not for the first time
you know its presence
but for first time, it knows you
its ownership stark, its knowledge
clinical —  it weighs your calculation
against the dead reckoned value
of two small souls.

They have floated, buoyant on the coming swell
the soft sand a gentle bed.



The forget-me-nots remembered
Spilling from a meager gap
Between weathered steps and frigid sidewalk slab.

The forget-me-nots remembered
With petals blue as a crayoned sky,
Winter’s dripping shrouds wrung dry.

The forget-me-nots remembered
The riot of verdancy, bounty of Fall,
The pale grief of Winter’s passing thrall.

The forget-me-nots remembered
For me, when the world felt far too bleak,
And walking home, head down, I found Spring was at my feet.


It’s not too late to join in.  Or commit to  any other kind of writing you’ve been longing to try.

Check out



One thought on “The shimmer of the world through poetry

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: