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A March Day

A March Day

#SOLC19 No. 17
. . . hopping about in great joy,
kissing the ground
over and over with
their beaks, . . .

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Nicely Dressed

Nicely Dressed

#SOLC19 No. 16.
She leans in a bit and in a soft southern voice says, “I’m looking for a nicely dressed man.”

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Caged Birds

Caged Birds

#SOLC19 No. 15 and #PoetryFriday.
Finally, my wanderings led me to a poem by “one of the first influential Black poet in American literature”–Paul Laurence Dunbar.

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Jam Anyone?

Jam Anyone?

#SOLC19 No. 11.
When I was young, jelly or jam was served with toast at breakfast. Once in a while, it would be served if we had hot biscuits. . . once in a while.

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Saving Time

Saving Time

#SOLC19. No. 9.
Every spring, I grumble about moving my clock ahead an hour. Then I put my grumbling into a poem –“Change the Clock,” fashioned after Dr. Seuss’s GREEN EGGS AND HAM.

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Land-Locked

Land-Locked

#SOLC19. No. 8.
“To feel the wind, sea-scented, on my cheek / … I but crave / That sad, caressing murmur of the wave / That breaks in tender music on the shore.

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The Grandma

The Grandma

#SOLC19 No. 7.
I am alone, gently pushing myself back and forth on the yard swing surrounded by the hush of a warm summer evening …

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Inhale. Exhale.

Inhale. Exhale.

#SOLC19 No. 3.
To live, we must inhale goodness, kindness, grace, peace, joy. To live, we must exhale bitterness, hatred, rage, hurt, fear.

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