NAPOMO # whatever

I'm not even bothering to catch up. ūüôā 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


good people share faith, love, intimacy ‚Ķ¬† 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‚Äôm loved our time is playful so trust the knowing in me and maybe eventually everywhere the inevitable reward ‚Ķ … 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

NAPOMO, day two

phone calllicking panic off my lips¬†¬†¬†¬† uttering the¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† swollen words I wish i'd said¬†when I talk¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† to youi'm always stiff as yesterday's cake¬†I sit here and eat the¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† silencelike 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 … Continue reading NAPOMO, day two


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 … Continue reading NANPOMO