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Scent of Salmon

Scent of Salmon

Poetry Friday.   Chinook The scent of salmon lingers. Creek waters ripple over smooth stones. Cedar and moss fill the air. At dusk, near water’s edge, bears feast. While snow covers the ground, eggs wait in nesting pockets. Winter turns to spring and in gravelly...
Poets Paint

Poets Paint

Poetry Friday. Poets paint with words Words form images my eyes can’t see breathe my thoughts to life and nourish my soul Words sing tunes I’ve not learned dance strange rhythms in my feet and pierce ignorance with light Words wrap ’round me like a...
Celebrating #NPM2018

Celebrating #NPM2018

Poetry Friday.   Today… I sat at my desk wond’ring What happened to spring? Winter claimed a late fling And… Just when I thought spring had arrived, with a bling summer came on its wing Or has it? -Alice Nine   .       I have been delighting in our...
Araminta

Araminta

Poetry Friday. Before you read “Araminta,” I must tell you the amazing story of my characters’ names . . . I needed a name. In fact, I needed two names. Not just any names. One had to begin with the sound /n/ and have three syllables. The other had...
Balance

Balance

Poetry Friday  *  Celebrate This Week I am celebrating National Poetry Month by reading poetry, writing poetry, and reflecting on poetry. Reading Poetry. Each morning this past week I’ve opened my screen to read a poem by Amy Ludwig VanDerwater at The Poem Farm...
The Resurrection

The Resurrection

March Slice of Life No. 30.   *   Poetry Friday     This week as I read  “What Are We to Make of Jesus Christ?” — an essay from God in the Dock by C.S. Lewis, words and phrases expressing uniquely Lewis’s thoughts about Jesus’...