NaPoWriMo 2022

 “Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.”
― Emily Dickinson 

despair is quick sand
sinking slowly into the mud
waiting for a helping hand
to give you wings

Qui sedes Bach B Minor Mass Iestyn Davies countertenor

 

 it's your birthday today 

no words can express 

the world's gratitude and thanks

for your inspired magnificent contribution to humanity 

 

Johann Sebastian Bach  March 31st 1685 - 1750

Maurizio Pollini

Slava Ukraine ....OLW # 111 EARTHWEAL

 

 

CINQUAIN

one day

it has to change

back to the way it was

before the time of war and grief

freedom

                                                                          SHADORMA

beautiful

beautiful people

free people

brave people

all defending their nation

against satan's spawn

Friday Writing # 19 Age/ Earthweal OLW # 111

Too Often Forgotten by Trudy Bosman

The old lady sat, with head bent low
She wished there was some place to go
She watched others enjoy visits and then
She sighed and bent her head again
He sat by the TV, not really seeing
No one really cared how he was feeling
He thought of his daughter and son
But he was never visited by anyone
Once they had lived a busy life
Caring for children, husband or wife
They had lots of friends to go here or there
But now there was no one going anywhere
They were forgotten, sitting alone
Hoping for a call on the phone
It would take just a moment to say “hello”,
A touch of a hand to let them know
They are remembered, someone cares,
Talk of the life that once was theirs
It doesn’t matter if you know them
what's important is the love you show them 

Erasure poem

the old lady
watched others enjoy visits
sighed and bent her head
he sat by the tv
thought of his  daughter  and son
he was never visited by anyone
they were forgotten
alone 

When visiting my great Aunt in a nursing home many years ago I have never forgotten the look of those who never had visitors.I used to bring lots of treats for everyone but took her out into the garden because I found it unbearable. Fortunately she was mobile  She was a darling and I miss her terribly. We live in a very cruel uncaring society where the most vulnerable are not valued and treated as expendable A thank you to Trudy Bosman for her very fine poem and inspiring this erasure poem and Friday Writings for the prompt

 

Whirligig # 363

a little weary
from standing at the bar in high heels
she blows the candle wick out on the counter
her eyes fixed on the entry
a small price to pay hoping he shows up
they both know the lyrics of
teach your children well
which means they  are not young
both like walking their dogs
along the sea shore
together they make an unlikely couple
the door open to endless possibilities

THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from "Visitors" by Joan Naviyuk Kane: door open stands, together, young, small, shore, wick, bar, teach, weary, entry 

 

Gilbert O'Sullivan - Alone Again (Naturally)

Whirligig # 362

 a little bird 

cradled her head 

 in her wings 

sitting on a branch

on this dark cold windy night

the streets were empty

everyone tucked up in bed asleep 

except for the old chimney sweep

dozing in his finger painted clunker

homeless

the train's sad whistle wailed in the distance

this has all got to change

THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from "Touch Cave" by Erika Meitner: 

bird  cradle wings sit sweep finger change train streets everyone bed wind

FRIDAY WRITINGS # 18

OPEN LINK WEEKEND # 110

Whirligig # 361... Earthweal ...Shelter

 watching you 

lean softly over your notebook

delicate wrists pencil in hand

you appear self absorbed

your usual form

buried in the pages of your writing

every breath you take

everything you write

 is an expression of love

there is always a place for you

in my heart

you will always have shelter with me

no matter how modest or basic

if I have only 12 ft you get 6

mine is yours

 

 

THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from "Mother of Letters" by Tiana Nobile: hand, wrist, pencil, lean, softly, form, notebook, appear, bury, pages, breath, express 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

man's inhumanity to man 

God help them

 

 

 

 

Piotr Anderszewski – J.S. Bach: Well-Tempered Clavier, Book 2: Prelude a...

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai...The Beatitudes # 1359

 Blessed are the pure in heart for they will see God

a sweet little fairy

takes her dad shopping

the sky is blue no bombs

how it used to be

before the darkness

earthweal open link weekend #108

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

  Sunday Time Challenge #4: War

 the drums of war

beat once again

nothing changes

we never really

left the jungle