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 …
Inspirational web poem #2
Lisa Holcomb 2004
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 to
The wind that shakes the barley.
Above the bluest mountain crest
The lark is singing rarely,
It rocks the singer into rest,
The wind that shakes the barley.
Oh, still through summers and through springs
It calls me late and early.
Come home, come home, come home, it sings,
The wind that shakes the barley.
Katharine Tynan Hinkson
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
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.
phone call
licking panic off my lips
uttering the
swollen words I wish i’d said
when I talk
to you
i’m always stiff as yesterday’s cake
I sit here and eat the
silence
like sky and caramel
we’ve rotted in this embrace
and now you spend time
cursing in the corner
and looking up at the
ceiling as if it has all the answers
we’re sitting under this
plague blanket
brick bruises on our hearts
refusing to say the words we mean
and saying all the ones we don’t
——-
Lisa Holcomb 1998
It’s National Poetry Month…and therefore I must share poetry. Some days I’ll share my own and some days I’ll share famous works and others I’ll share works of lesser fame. Who knows what the day will bring?
Today, because it’s on my mind, a poem about adoption (I’m an adoptee and a friend called tonight to ask about my experience): (click on the image to enbiggen)
Dear brain,
When I told you I wanted to dream about my writing, I was not asking you to send me a whole other story to write; I wanted help with what I’m currently working in.
No love,
Me
Food discussed (pinterest purused). Food eaten (after much delay). Publishing industry discussed.
More food purchased (Fresh!).
Slept (my first time with puppy in bed). Woken (puppies have small bladders).
More food eaten (Fresh muffins are good).
Writing discussed. Writing pondered. Writing stared at. Writing done? Possibly.
Food prepared (Steph makes a yummy marinara). Food eaten.
Writing pondered. Writing discussed. Writing read about. Writing done? Maybe.
Now time for more food preparation.
Well, The Good first: I wrote a lot last month. A lot.
The Bad: I didn’t finish NANOWRIMO. 😦
The Ugly: I didn’t even come close.
I started out strong, met a lot of daily goals, and then one day just stopped writing all together and never went back to it. Two solid weeks of not cleaning and not paying attention to life in general took its toll on my household and my sanity and I had to go back to real life and feed my kids.
So, some time in the next month or so I hope to go back to the novel, but for now I’m taking a little break and going to read a friends manuscript and a few writing books and see what kind of magic I can put back into my writing. We will see how that goes.
…and all my words with it…
Blogging will recommence December 1st…
Lisa Holcomb 