Mother’s Heart
My mother’s heart
bigger than Everest
swooned to Mars
dropped to coral
met in meadows
by the undeserved.
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NAPOWRIMO Challenge “Write a poem about a very large thing.”
Mother’s Heart
Tag: heart
Heart Beats is Published!
We are thrilled to announce that Heart Beats: Anthology of Poetry has been published. Such a wonderful selection of poetry is now available for poetry lovers!
What is Heart Beats?
Heart Beats is an anthology of poetry about the various aspects of what makes us tick or makes a heart-beat. This is about love, life, happiness, anything that makes life more joyful or tolerable. Let’s face it. These are tough times and there have been many events in 2020 which have many of us shaking our heads. People who were once friends have gone their separate ways. Some are soul searching, examining life more closely as time has leant more for this. Heart Beats is about working through and maybe even overcoming these challenges. It is about what brings smiles to our faces or, at least, in our hearts. Heart Beats is about life’s ups and downs and in-between, and how different points of view merge into one beautiful collection of poetic works. Inviting poets from the world to take part made this project even more meaningful. We are a world of people, and the poetry community has become more culturally diverse. This is largely because of the pandemic, as people are interacting virtually more than before. All this said, Heart Beats has beautiful works of art, some of which may bring tears of sadness and of joy. Perhaps as you read, you will find that one thing that makes your heart beat.
Thank you!
Home is Where the Heart is Planted
Planting a kiss on her moistly, beaded forehead, he sleepily, quietly stole to the door, ever so careful not to wake his bride.
Love has no words for the feelings for his wife and her feelings for him, as expressive as the day is long without the need to speak as much as show.
As she stirred in the morning light, she realized she had fallen so deeply and he had already gone to his early shift, always thinking of her and her need for rest.
Nestling back in the bed and reaching for his pillow, she breathed in his aroma of the sweet lavender she always put in his bath. Reaching for her swollen belly, she held her hand over her navel and whispered, “Sweet baby, soon you will know this man, the one who took root in my soul, the one who you will call daddy, for your love will be that strong, I just know as I feel it growing each day when you hear his voice.”
Taking her soft robe and wrapping the ties, she takes to the cold floor, welcome to her warmth, and does the thing she does each day, focusing on taking care of her home for the three souls who take up residence, well four, really because of Clement the hound, they are all planted, invested in the home’s hearth.
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There you have it! This is my (sorry I’m late) 6 Sentence Story for the week.
I did an acrostic this time using the word “Plant” from the prompt.
If you would like to participate as well as read other’s contributions, just go to the
For the Bahamas – A Tanka
For the Bahamas
for the Bahamas
tides have come and gone and yet
so much to be done
placing feet in their wet shoes
spirits trudge forward in hope
keeping it mindful
taking stock of what’s to do
bringing up courage
there’s really no other way
but to fight for making home
starting all over
is hard enough to battle
keep in mind the loss
hold their spirits in the heart
what can old souls do in life
but be a part of all
taking account of life’s toll
one moment to next
one small step to create change
keeping the faith going strong
Always be Prepared
Always be Prepared
The weather person
predicts the weather
putting on my raincoat
or heavy coat
toting an umbrella
just in case
Always be prepared
Predictions may be based on science
but life has it’s own little quirks
where other matters
or not
of life
take over control
because we let them
or not
Don’t trust predictions
be prepared
My sister predicted
my heart would be broken
based on science
and maybe some sorted arts
Putting my life back together
I discovered
what works well
Don’t trust predictions
Always be prepared
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This is day #15 of National Poetry Month! I wrote to a prompt from
Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides
“For today’s prompt, write a prediction poem. Make a prediction. Write about another person’s correct or incorrect prediction. Or, you know, be unpredictable.”
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