notebooks, books, pens, paper

I’m celebrating National Poetry Month by writing and reading poetry, every day. My poetry project is grows out of a list of things that make me happy. I made this list on the 30th of March.

Today is day sixteen notebooks, books, pens, paper

Why do you need so many notebooks?

well you see,
they fill many needs

i need notebooks
to fit in certain places
purses
bags
backpacks
bedside tables
desks
cars
pockets

i need notebooks
to fill with ink
blue
black
green
violet
red
highlighted in
yellow
orange
light blue
neon green

i need notebooks
to have a certain type of paper
thick enough not to bleed through
absorbent so ink does not smear
if lined, oh so lightly

i need notebooks
to hold assorted cargo
sketches
pictures
meanders
doodles
pressed flowers
quotations
lists
remembrances

i need notebooks
to chronicle journeys of
travel
thought
memory
wonder
books
books
books

i need notebooks
to work when I
sit in a chair
or at a desk
lay on my bed
or on a towel at the beach

i need notebooks
to meet certain criteria
the thickness of the paper
the way it opens and shuts
and feels in my hands

i need notebooks
to keep track of what
could
should
must
be done

i need notebooks
to mark moments
what was done
thought
said
felt

day 16, national poetry month, 2021


good reading light

I’m celebrating National Poetry Month by writing and reading poetry, every day. My poetry project is grows out of a list of things that make me happy. I made this list  on the 30th of March.

Today is day fifteen: good reading light

When my mom insisted
“turn on the light”
I resisted.

Declaring independence
avoiding connection to
the root of my existence

For years, I buried the likeness
delaying reckoning
with the obvious.

Now, looking at my past
I marvel
at how her brilliance was miscast.

As much as I hate to admit
like mother, like daughter
I love a room well lit.

day 15, national poetry month 2021

ironing cotton napkins

I’m celebrating National Poetry Month by writing and reading poetry, every day. My poetry project is rooted in a list of things that make me happy. I made this list  on the 30th of March.

Today is day fourteen. ironing cotton napkins. The acrostic is hidden within. Stacey Joy shared this form on Ethical ELA

A Meditation on Rebirth

clumps of fabric
spill out
fResh but
indiscErnible
amongSt the dIsh, hand and bath Towels

gathered tOgether
they’Re
a disheveled family of
long lost cousins and widowed Aunts
perhaps lovers
mixed then maTched

I smooth and sort the winkled loT
One at a time

press
steam
away the trouble lines
rekindle what was

their origiNal form

day 14, national poetry month 2021



a throw over my legs and feet

I’m celebrating National Poetry Month by writing and reading poetry, every day. My poetry project is rooted in a list of things that make me happy. I made this list  on the 30th of March.

Today is day thirteen. a haiku for a throw over my legs and feet.


collected in trunks
baskets, cabinets, and drawers
the woven wool drapes

over me, my feet
legs, wrapping up toward fingers
cradling treasures

day 13, national poetry month 2021


lemon ginger tea in the afternoon

I’m celebrating National Poetry Month by writing and reading poetry, every day. My poetry project this month is rooted in a list of things that make me happy. I made this list last month during the Slicing Challenge on the 30th of March.

For today’s poem, I found inspiration from Penny Kittle’s post on Ethical ELA‘s verse share. She wrote a mirror poem inspired by G. Yamazama’s Elementary. I lifted the line “I was so I young I don’t even remember” from Yamazama’s poem.

Today, day twelve is lemon ginger tea in the afternoon.

I was so young I don’t even remember when I had my first sip of tea
black and sweet
served in a bone china cup
brought me into this world

an honor
my mother bestowed
the magic of hot water whistling
in the kettle
steeping
the ball of leaves

then
my mother held the lid with two fingers
as her other hand gripped the handle
and poured
one cup for me
one cup for her
blow, sip
afternoon tea

now
the teapot sits high
tucked away
out of reach
while the plug-in pot steams
I grip the handle
and pour water steaming
over the single tea bag
marked lemon ginger

spices
infuse
one cup for me

(draft)

day 12, national poetry month, 2021

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the way my cat curls on my bed

I’m celebrating National Poetry Month by writing and reading poetry, every day.

I’ve been trying forms that I find this month. This form called, The Skinny, was introduced by Glenda Funk and then passed on by Denise Krebs yesterday on Ethical ELA‘s daily verse share.


The form is eleven lines.
Line 1 and 11 are the only lines with multiple words.
Lines 2 through 10 are one word.
Lines 2, 6, and 10 are the same word.
Lines 1 and 11 contain the same words but in different order.

My writing inspiration comes for a list of 30 things that make. me happy. I made this list last month on the 30th of March.

Today, day eleven is the way my cat curls on my bed.

At the end of my bed, my cat curls.
swirl
infinite
circles
fingers
swirl
nose
to
tail
swirl
Curl, my cat at the end of my bed.

day 11, national poetry month 2021

writing back to that friend

I’m celebrating National Poetry Month by writing and reading poetry, every day.

For writing inspiration, I decided to write from a list I made last month of 30 things that make me happy. One each day of the month.

Today, day ten, writing back to that friend.

Yesterday’s post was about receiving a hand written letter from a friend. Today is the response, writing back.



grab four
sheets of paper, watercolor washed in blue
eye three
pens, all black, test each for the feel in my hand
choose one
and settle at my desk

dear it begins
heart to hand through the ink
conversation flows fast

page two continues, thoughts on the day to day
happenings that we share
and don’t

I shake my hand as it
readies to deliver
page three
updates and upcomings
books to be read and read

nearing the end of page four
I offer wonderings and hope
sign it
best, it ends

I seal
stamp
send

wait


day 10, national poetry month 2021

reading a hand written letter from a friend

I’m celebrating National Poetry Month by writing and reading poetry, every day.

For writing inspiration, I decided to write from a list I made last month of 30 things that make me happy. One each day of the month.

Today, day nine: reading a hand written letter from a friend

My poem today is a mirror poem, inspired by Barb Edler‘s prompt provided on yesterday’s Ethical ELA site. This amazing site provides daily prompts and offers opportunities to meet up with other’s celebrating poetry this month.

The minute I read what Barb shared, I knew it was a perfect fit for my poem today. You can find Jamila Woods’ audio recording and poem here that was mirrored on Nazim Hikmet’s poem Things I didn’t know I loved.

after Jamila Woods after Nazim Hikmet

it’s postmarked December 18 2020, the last day of school
i sit in the living room the sun streaming in
even though it is winter,
i open the letter
handwritten on thick paper

i never knew i liked stationery

i remember reading old letters my mother
wrote home when she was in Europe marked
airmail

i used to hate the flimsiness of the paper
and the tininess of her cursive
that was difficult to decipher

now i’m grateful for the physical record
of time long ago
tied up in a box
holding other memories

i used to hate the slowness of the mail
it lacked immediate payback
now i cherish the thrill of finding
a letter addressed to me in my mailbox

i never realized how voices are
amplified when i touch the paper
the ink

i never knew how much i loved
to read a letter
written on beautiful stationery
scrawled in black

day 9, national poetry month 2021

bamboo born

I’m celebrating National Poetry Month by writing and reading poetry, every day.

For writing inspiration, I decided to write from a list I made last month of 30 things that make me happy. One each day of the month.

Today, day eight: was suppose to be bamboo sheets.

This was something that made me happy, until i did a bit of research.


bamboo

the hollow
fast growing plant
with unique tolerance
and cultural significance

bamboo born

a food source
raw product
a medium for written documents
and fabric that is deliciously silky

born of bamboo

purported to be eco friendly
further research
reveal devil
chemicals for
Inexpensive processing
is too high a price

born of bamboo

a controversial product
fine print hides
read
before you indulge

day 8, national poetry month 2021