Just found out that I’m substitute peaking later today at TPLWC at noon. I’ll probably talk about poetry, since that’s what I’ve been taking a class on lately.
Tag: poetry
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 tick
chime chime
HUMMMMM
No cymbals,
No shouts,
No tinny music
Just this:
tick tick tick
chime chime
HUMMMMM
No machines,
No requests,
No frantic running.
Only quiet sounds:
tick tick tick
chime chime
HUMMMMM
Lisa Holcomb 2014
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
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 samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
Jenny Joseph
Who doesn’t love this poem? But honestly, I started the “weird” life early on. Why wait til I’m old?
🙂
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
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)
