The Song of River Grass by Barbara Leonhardsite: https://extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog/ Seedlings in spring,tall grasses in summer sun. We swish … The Song of River Grass by Barbara Leonhard My gratitude to Gabriela Marie Milton, editor for MasticadoresUSA for publishing my poem and video! I’m bending the moon to learn new skills, like creating videos for YouTube.... Continue Reading →
Podcast Magical Mystical Nature
A new episode of my poetry podcast, Poetry: The Memoir of the Soul, is up. https://meelosmom.podbean.com/e/magical-mystical-nature/ In this episode, I take a poetic look at messages from our magical mystical nature that can help us to emotionally navigate the challenges of COVID-19. Trees, fireflies, dolphins, bees, the moon, the sun, and bats are guiding us... Continue Reading →
In Autumn (Two Drafts)
This is a loop poem, in which the last word of a line begins the next line. This first draft seemed bland to me, so I revised it by adding details and being looser with the rules for loop poems. I feel the looping can create unnecessary repetition and restrict exploration unless I can loosen... Continue Reading →
In Autumn (Two Drafts)
This is a loop poem, in which the last word of a line begins the next line. This first draft seemed bland to me, so I revised it by adding details and being looser with the rules for loop poems. I feel the looping can create unnecessary repetition and restrict exploration unless I can loosen... Continue Reading →
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. Your Mag-lit blinks as shadows... Continue Reading →
Hanging Yeowtee (A Cat’s Tale as Told by Polly)
Enjoy this playful poem written and spoken in modern Midwest Catese, Polly’s Tale of adventure and danger.
Life Finds a Way
Life Finds a Way
Behold “The President”
Have some forgotten who you are?
Beginnings
Where we end is where we start.
Mother Oak, Mother Time
The mystery and power of trees....