Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver

  • The Death of a Farm

    The Death of a Farm

    I submitted this poem to the July 2019 Ekphrastic Challenge, but it wasn’t chosen. I don’t have permission to use the image here, but you can check out Ekphrastic Challenge on Rattle.com for the exact scene. For this post, I chose some free images on pixabay to illustrate the poem.…

  • Searching

    Searching

    I am crying for the Amazon because the loss of animal life and the trees is devastating. This poem honors our forests, the arms of the Goddess, still reaching out to us though we forget who she is, our dear Mother Earth. The way goes deep into these dark woods.…

  • The Sound of Silence

    The Sound of Silence

    Listening for silence Is like living with tinnitus. The ears ringing resounding notes. Chicks chirping for food. Roosters crowing their warnings. The chorus of frogs mating. Cicadas rejoicing In their summer release From years of birthing In their earth womb. Released, they scream their tunes Playing their tymbals for mates. …

  • Picking Blueberries with Mom

    Picking Blueberries with Mom

    This poem is hyperlinked to an article I wrote for Phoebe, MD: Medicine + Poetry (https://phoebemd.com/2020/03/21/grief-healing-through-poetry/). The article is based on my poetry podcast Grief: Fire and Ice (https://meelosmom.podbean.com/e/grief-fire-and-ice/). Picking Blueberries with Mom On hot summer Michigan days, Mom loved picking wild blueberries. We would be on that promised trip…

  • So Long, My Friend

    So Long, My Friend

    So long, my friend, How short was your stay. I was too caught up In my mindless days To sit with you When your blooms were lush and Singing in the sun and air. You were glorious Even when the snow surprised us all. Still, you held your back up,…

  • The Poet Dreamer

    The Poet Dreamer

     The Poet Dreamer Our lives are nights bereft of cogent dreams, Sleep of light thought of lines of poems Forgotten upon rising. We are poets searching for truth in all dimensions Much less our own lives, Our greatest dream and illusion.   The mind plays tricks as symbols contest each…

  • Caught in the Headlights

    Caught in the Headlights

      As each day begins, nothing is given. The calendar states, No guarantees. But that’s in the fine print Obscured by our desires Or our tight hold on our destinies. We know what we are doing. The event planned is cancelled Due to bad weather. But we go anyway, Driving…

  • Dolphin

    Dolphin

      Though the seas rage green, You breathe into each wave, Riding the vast, fearless, Sinking into the primordial dimensions Of creative surge With child-like wonder, Playful and joyous. Instinct seeks its tribe. Together, you are valiant in battle, Guarding and protecting Even the stranger. Your laughter, a lifeline For…

  • My Eyes Bleed

    My Eyes Bleed

    My eyes bleed To the raw horror Of children cut down while fleeing The coward’s aim. When the one who would be His brother Lies dying, When the warm-hearted gather In trust and prayer, Defenseless to the monster,  Who will be a victor only In his own Hell, For he…

  • Gaia

    Gaia

    This is the poem I plan to read at an event to honor Women’s History Month. Our Mother Earth is crying. May she heal, and may we all heal.