I'm not even bothering to catch up. 🙂 I am having an unanticipated quiet day at home, due to lost keys. I'm listening to the DVD of yesterdays musical adventures and cleaning up from all the fancy dinners. Here's an untitled poem from another quiet day this year: I can hear: tick tick … Continue reading NAPOMO # whatever
Yesterday was so busy that at one point I found myself crying in the bathroom. Yeah, I felt like a real winner. LOW POINT! Even before school was insane. One child told me he needed a monkey costume for that night, one kid told me that the shirt I'd ironed & starched for the event … Continue reading Volunteer Obligations?
Here's my problem with posting my own poetry: I never feel like it's DONE. Not the posting, but the poetry itself. I start to post it and then I realize, ooh, I could tweak this line or that line and it will be better. It's never-ending. So yesterday's post is still under construction. (And then … Continue reading The problem with poetry
good people share faith, love, intimacy … so trust the knowing in me with effort, I metamorphosed myself... synergy an interesting challenge... into determined socializing. and maybe eventually everywhere the inevitable reward my purpose: i’m loved our time is playful so trust the knowing in me and maybe eventually everywhere the inevitable reward … … Continue reading NAPOMO #8
The Wind That Shakes The Barley There's music in my heart all day, I hear it late and early, It comes from fields are far away, The wind that shakes the barley. Above the uplands drenched with dew The sky hangs soft and pearly, An emerald world is listening … Continue reading NAPOMO #7
he can reach the top of the table under the crib behind the piano with ease he grabs a toolkit a nail clipper some cheerios with tiny fingers he finds beads rhinestones plastic clips in the shallow carpet he's just tall enough to choke. Lisa Holcomb 10/27/04
WHEN I AM AN OLD WOMAN I SHALL WEAR PURPLE With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me. And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter. I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired And gobble up … Continue reading NAPOMO #5
Image Poem entitled "Jelena" Lisa Holcomb 2013 My eldest son was doing a poetry project for school, so I did it alongside him. One of the prompts was to write a poem inside a picture of how the poem made you feel. It was interesting to do. Mine was depressing.
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain. -Emily Dickinson
About 11 years ago, when we first moved to Tyler, I was invited several wonderful places to get plugged in to the local community. One of them was Bible Study Fellowship (hereafter known as BSF). I went to a couple meetings towards the end of their year, met some lovely people, but ultimately decided to … Continue reading Bible Study Fellowship