Poetic Tides Through Time (Book) https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books.php/item_id/2113747 "Thereâs no thrill in easy sailing when the skies are clear and blue, Thereâs no joy in merely doing things which anyone can do. But there is some satisfaction that is mighty sweet to take When you reach a destination that you thought youâd never make." This was a poem I heard when I was in 6th grade. My Mom recited it to me and gave me a written copy of this verse. My whole life, this poem was often referenced during difficult times and times of a...[Read Full Post] Fri, 31 Mar 2017 21:44:54 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/905696 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/905696 "The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson" , edited by Thomas H. Johnson 826 Love reckons by itself - alone- "As large as I"- relate the Sun To One who never felt its blaze- Itself is all the like it has - Circa 1864, pg. 401 [Link: 'https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poets/detail/emily-dickinson'] "Collected Poems" by W.H. A...[Read Full Post] Wed, 01 Mar 2017 17:18:57 EST https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/905761 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/905761 Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet The sound of adore being opened And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair. A whisper and then a silence: Yet I kn...[Read Full Post] Fri, 31 Mar 2017 21:40:47 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906696 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906696 The gingham dog and the calico cat Side by side on the table sat; 'Twas had past twelve and (what do you think!) Nor one nor t'other had slept a wink! The old Dutch clock and the Chinese plate Appeared to know as sure the fate There was going to be a terrible spat.   (I wasn't there: I simply state   What was told to me by the Chinese plate!) The gingham dog went "Bow-wow-wow!" And the calico cat replied...[Read Full Post] Fri, 31 Mar 2017 21:38:16 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906697 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906697 I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me when I jump into my bed, The funniest thing about him is he likes to grow-- Not at all like proper children, which is always kind of slow; For he sometimes shoots up taller like and India-rubber ball, And he sometimes gets so little that there's one of him at ...[Read Full Post] Fri, 31 Mar 2017 21:36:38 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906699 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906699 Up into the cherry tree Who should climb but little me? I held the trunk with both my hands And looked abroad in foreign lands. I saw the next door garden lie, Adorned with flowers before my eye, And many pleasant places more That I had never seen before. I saw the dimpling river pass And be the shy's blue looking-glass; The dusty roads go up and down With people tramping in to town. If I could find a higher tree, Farther and farther I sho...[Read Full Post] Fri, 31 Mar 2017 21:34:43 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906700 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906700 Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you: But when the leaves hang trembling, The wind is passing through. Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I - But when the trees bow their heads, The wind is passing by.' Christina Georgina Rossetti [1830-1894] From: The Home Book of Verse by Burton Egbert Stevenson, 1917, pg. 130 ********************************************* Day 7 - [Link to Book Entr...[Read Full Post] Fri, 31 Mar 2017 21:32:56 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906701 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906701 I studied my tables over and over, and backward and forward too; But I couldn't remember six times nine and I didn't know what to do, Till sister told me not to plat with my doll, and not to bother my head. "If you call her 'Fifty-four' for a while, you'll learn it by heart," she said. So I took my favorite, Mary Ann (though I though 'twas a dreadful shame To give a perfectly lovely child such a perfectly horrid ...[Read Full Post] Fri, 31 Mar 2017 21:30:36 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906703 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906703 I ain't afraid uv snakes or toads, or bugs, or worms, or mice, An' things 'at girls are skeered uv I think are awful nice! I'm pretty brave, I guess; an' yet I hate to go to bed, For, when I'm tucked up warm an' snug an' when my prayers are said, Mother tells me "Happy Dreams!" an' takes away the light An' leaves me lying' all alone an' seein' things at night! Sometimes they're in the co...[Read Full Post] Fri, 31 Mar 2017 21:28:55 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906704 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906704 We were crowded in the cabin, Not a soul would dare to sleep, - It was midnight on the waters, And a storm was on the deep. "Tis a fearful thing in winter To be shattered by the blast, And to hear the rattling trumpet Thunder, "Cut away the mast!" So we shuddered there in silence, - For the softest held his breath, While the hungry sea was roaring And the breakers talked with death. As thus we sat in darkness Each one busy with hi...[Read Full Post] Fri, 31 Mar 2017 21:26:53 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906706 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906706 If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, donât deal in lies, Or being hated, donât give way to hating, And yet donât look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dreamâand not make dreams your master; If you can th...[Read Full Post] Fri, 31 Mar 2017 21:23:15 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906709 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906709 When as a lad, at break of day I watched the fishers sail away, My thoughts, like flocking birds, would follow Across he curving sky's blue hollow, And on and on - Into the very heart of dawn! For long I searched the world! Ah me! I searched the sky, I searched the sea. With much of useless grief and rueing, Those winged thoughts of mine pursuing - So dear were they, So lovely and so far away! I seek them still and always will Until my lagga...[Read Full Post] Fri, 31 Mar 2017 21:19:46 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906721 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906721 Where the pools are bright and deep, Where the gray trout lies asleep, Up the river and over the lea, That's the way for Billy and me. Where the blackbird sings the latest, Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestling chirp and flee, That's the way for Billy and me. Where the mowers mow the cleanest, Where the hay lies think and greenest, There to track the homeward bee, That's the way for Billy and me. Where the haze...[Read Full Post] Fri, 31 Mar 2017 21:11:43 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906762 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906762 It isn't the thing you do, dear; It's the thing you leave undone, Which gives you a bit of a heartache At the setting of the sun. The tender word forgotten, The letter you did not write, The flower you might have sent, dear, Are your haunting ghosts tonight. The stone you might have lifted Out of a brother's way, The bit of heartsore counsel You were hurried too much to say; The loving touch of the hand, dear, The gentle and winsome to...[Read Full Post] Fri, 31 Mar 2017 21:09:26 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906735 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906735 She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, on ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on...[Read Full Post] Fri, 31 Mar 2017 21:07:30 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906713 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906713 Under a toadstool crept a wee Elf, Out of the rain, to shelter himself. Under the toad stool sound asleep, Sat a bog Dormouse all in a heap. Trembled the wee Elf, frightened, and yet Fearing to fly away lest he get wet. To the next shelter - maybe a mile! Sudden the wee Elf smiled a wee smile, Tugged till the toad stool toppled in two. Holding it over him, gayly he flew. Soon he was safe home, dry as could be. Soon woke the Dormouse - "G...[Read Full Post] Fri, 31 Mar 2017 21:06:06 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906715 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906715 Like a blind spinner in the sun, I tread my days; I know that all the threads will run Appointed ways; I know each day will bring its task, And being blind, no more I ask. I do not know the use or name Of that I spin: I only know that some one came, And laid within My hand the thread and said "Since you Are blind, but one thing you can do." Sometimes the threads so rough and fast And tangled fly, I know wild storms are sweeping past, ...[Read Full Post] Fri, 31 Mar 2017 21:03:51 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906746 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906746 Seated one day at the Organ, I was weary and ill at ease, And my fingers wandered idly Over the noisy keys. I do not know what I was playing, Or what I was dreaming then; But I struck one chord of music Like the sound of a great Amen. It flooded the crimson twilight, Like the close of an Angel's Psalm, And it lay on my fervered spirit With a touch of infinite calm. It quieted pain and sorrow, Like love overcoming strife; It seemed the ha...[Read Full Post] Fri, 31 Mar 2017 20:54:09 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906744 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906744 And what is life? An hourglass on the run, A mist retreating from the morning sun, A busy bustling still repeated dream. Its length? A minute's cause, a moment's thought. And happiness? A bubble on the stream That in the act of seizing shrinks to nought. What are vain hopes? The puffing gale of morn That of its charms divests the dewy lawn And robs each flow'ret of its gem - and dies; A cobweb hiding disappointment's thorn, Which sti...[Read Full Post] Fri, 31 Mar 2017 20:47:53 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/907051 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/907051 Where can she turn to find her answer There as it seems the god propelâ Where you must move in measure, like a dancer. She feels it, knows it is her chance for life. She reads her bones - they spell: There you can turn to find your answer. The contraction that, in fact, expands her becomes her cornerstone âdrama unparalleled. You must move in measure, be a dancer. Stare in mirrors, catoptromancer. The men you love you will...[Read Full Post] Fri, 31 Mar 2017 20:44:39 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/907889 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/907889 The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the moldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; My thoughts still cling to the moldering Past, But the hopes of youth fall think in the blast And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind t...[Read Full Post] Fri, 31 Mar 2017 20:43:06 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906740 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906740 Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea, Thy tribute wave deliver No more by thee my steps shall be, For ever and for ever. Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea, A rivulet, then a river: No where by thee my steps shall be, For ever and for ever. But here will sigh thine alder-tree, And here thine aspen shiver; And here by thee will hum the bee, For ever and for ever. A thousand suns will stream on thee, A thousand moons will quiver; But not by the...[Read Full Post] Fri, 31 Mar 2017 20:39:37 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906743 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906743 The shadows gather round me, while you are in the sun: My day is almost ended, but yours is just begun: The winds are singing to us both and the streams are singing still, And they fill your heart with music, but mine they cannot fill. Your home is built in sunlight, mine in another day: Your home is close at hand, sweet friend, but mine is far away: Your bark is in the haven where you fain would be: I must launch out into the deep, across the unknown s...[Read Full Post] Fri, 31 Mar 2017 20:37:09 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906745 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906745 I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of a song? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend. Henry Wadsworth Lo...[Read Full Post] Fri, 31 Mar 2017 20:35:45 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906732 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906732 My thoughts by night are often filled With visions false as fair: For in the Past alone I build My castles in the air. I dwell not now on what may be; Night shadows o'er the scene; But still my fancy wanders free Through that which might have been. Thomas Love Peacock [1785-1866] From: The Home Book of Verse by Burton Egbert Stevenson, 1917, pg. 435 ************************** This light, fancif...[Read Full Post] Fri, 31 Mar 2017 20:33:56 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906724 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906724 The shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior! His brow was sad; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falcon from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior! In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped...[Read Full Post] Fri, 31 Mar 2017 20:32:35 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906731 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906731 The boats go out and the boats come in Under the wintry sky; And the rain and foam are white in the wind, And the white gulls cry. She sees the sea when the wind is wild Swept by a windy rain; And her heart's a-weary of sea and land As the long days wane. She sees the torn sails fly in the foam, Broad on the sky-line gray; And the boats go out and the boats come in, But there's one away. Arthur Symons [1865-1945] From: The...[Read Full Post] Fri, 31 Mar 2017 20:30:10 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906730 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906730 O the gallant fisher's life,    It is the best of any! 'Tis full of pleasure, void of strife,    And 'tis beloved by many; Other joys Are but toys; Only this Lawful is; For our skill Breeds no ill,    But content and pleasure. In a morning up we rise,   Ere Aurora's peeping; Drink a cup to wash our eyes,   Leave the sluggard sleeping; Then we go To and for, With...[Read Full Post] Fri, 31 Mar 2017 20:28:42 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906733 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906733 It is marvelous to wake up together At the same minute; marvelous to hear The rain begin suddenly all over the roof, To feel the air suddenly clear As if electricity had passed through it From a black mesh of wires in the sky. All over the roof the rain hisses, And below, the light falling of kisses. An electrical storm is coming or moving away; It is the prickling air that wakes us up. If lightning struck the house now, it would run From the four ...[Read Full Post] Fri, 31 Mar 2017 20:27:02 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906739 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906739 Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, wayworn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs, have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand! Ah, Psyche, from the...[Read Full Post] Fri, 31 Mar 2017 20:25:15 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906728 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906728 The world is great: the birds all fly from me, The stars are golden fruit upon a tree All out of reach: my little sister [brother] went, And I am lonely. The world is great: tI tried to mount the hill Above the pines, where the light lies so still, But it rose higher: little Lisa [Joe] went, And I am lonely. The world is great: the wind comes rushing by. I wonder where it comes from; sea birds cry And hurt my heart: my little sister [brother] went,...[Read Full Post] Fri, 31 Mar 2017 20:23:10 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906722 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906722 [Image #2059329] [Image #4000]    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words .~~ Robert Frost From: The Home Book of Verse by Burton Egbert Stevenson, 1917, pg. 3479...[Read Full Post] Mon, 13 Mar 2017 16:11:51 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906738 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906738 [Image #2059329] [Image #4000]    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words .~~ Robert Frost From: The Home Book of Verse by Burton Egbert Stevenson, 1917, pg. 474...[Read Full Post] Mon, 13 Mar 2017 15:44:26 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906726 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/906726 The Dew Drop Inn is a poetry workshop that honors National Poetry Writing Month, which is April. I am going to post my entries here, starting with entry #35. Prompts are provided for the poems. There does not seem to be a restriction on form. [Image #4000]    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has fou...[Read Full Post] Fri, 31 Mar 2017 22:54:20 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/908050 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/908050 By the bronze banks of Babylon   rest silver twisted steel beams sheared. Corrupt jagged tarnished rafters,   where aged red brick buildings reared, Rusty remnant remains. Barren, bleak, corroded and charred,   chromatic trees mildewed and bare, Starkly surround abandoned shops   once standing proud where cobwebs snare Rusty remnant remains. Inoxidizable rotting waste   fr...[Read Full Post] Sun, 02 Apr 2017 13:39:12 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/908060 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/908060 A flash of silver streaks in sunlight, An arc of movement with fins. The angler stands, his boat is rocking; He tries his best to land him. The fight is on; the fish in water Plunges deep, the line he tows. The angler tries his best to hook him; This fish is wily, he knows. Under the rocking boat is motion; Waves lapping as the fish fights, Struggling against the hook and taxing The fisherman with its might. Playing the line, ...[Read Full Post] Wed, 24 Aug 2022 12:44:38 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/908069 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/908069 daily patient care shapes our burgeoning nursing documentation _______________________________ Entry: April 3, 2017 Prompt: Documentation For: Dew Drop Inn Poetry Workshop Form: Senryu is a Japanese poem similar in structure to haiku, but more concerned with human nature, and is often humorous or satiric -- usually in three lines of 17 syllables. Poetry Forms: [Link: 'http://www.shadowpoetry...[Read Full Post] Mon, 03 Apr 2017 14:55:08 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/908072 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/908072 I stared at the spotted black and white box And wondered about its heavy contents. Would I ever learn to run the innards? Never had I assembled one before! Careful and eager, I opened the box; Grayish metallic edge stared back at me. Would I regret the cost of this purchase? Would my teenagers exploit it? Would I? I placed its heavy base on the table, Then cautiously removed the glass viewer. Cords, a typesetter and pointer remained. Untying the nea...[Read Full Post] Sat, 20 Aug 2022 15:34:44 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/908132 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/908132 I rifled midst unfinished objects, also known as UFOs. My large brown storage box is filled with fiber to the brim Unfinished projects, of all sizes nest in plastic bins. Do I knit Bradyâs next sock of striped shaded red colors? Or Nataliaâs sweater, soft Irish yarn of dark hue, With Fair Isle pattern showcasing flowers both white and blue? What craft to complete today âmaybe knit, maybe crochet? Assorted 'works in progress'...[Read Full Post] Wed, 05 Apr 2017 11:23:05 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/908277 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/908277 Last night, three women arrived; they appeared in vivid detail in my dreams, a gentle, gifted grail. Family centered, strong women, not male, lived long active lives with strong men hale. My Aunt Hannah, my Mom and zen Ruby, my neighborly friend. Lovingly missed are they. Stationed on my dream journey, souls on a bumpy mattress ride through an ancient town next to Mom's side. She is laughing, talking to her church friends; Ruby waves fr...[Read Full Post] Thu, 06 Apr 2017 22:04:00 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/908308 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/908308 Gaily unfolding her banner of green Threading a needle, for this thread's unseen, Sewing her badge to her prized Girl Scout sash, She counted earned merit badges like cash. She watched her sash fill with wee circles stout Earning each one as a happy Girl Scout. She saved her green sash for a rainy day; She folds this treasure she found tucked away. Who knew that someday as time grew older Of new badges, she'd become a hol...[Read Full Post] Sun, 09 Apr 2017 00:12:32 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/908311 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/908311 fleeing through black inky darkness, moving within nightâs bitter cold; they slither along rough terrain, slipping on wet slick foliage. they huddle closely together, seeking body's warmth, safe shelter, ducking guards at border crossings. they move stealthily into stores in daylight, buying food and water for the arduous night journey. destination anywhere seems better than what they left behind; seeking improved, safer lives, free from harm, they hide as planes roar overhead. screams emanate from the bakery where they purchased water and bread. bombed to pieces, customers died before their own eyes...[Read Full Post] Mon, 30 Oct 2017 22:37:25 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/908366 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/908366 Twenty times he heard her say, âMy husband Joe, has died this day. Making phone calls to companies, Just to tell them that as required Her true love had expired. Tears rolled down her cheeks at times âPeople are so nice, thatâs when I cryâ I wondered what could possibly be Nice about reporting When your love had died? He wanted to take this task from her, To spare her pain and stop her tears. But alas! The companies want to hear From kin cl...[Read Full Post] Wed, 01 Oct 2025 22:11:56 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/908310 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/908310 Falling heavy wet flakes of snow Pelting faster, then drifting slow; Branches laden with globs of white, Struggling, remain strongly upright Bright transitioning snowy rain. Lighter feathers dropping in sheets, Touching down, snowing hard not weak; Wet flakes weigh on bended branches Bowing white tipped green fir flanches; Bright transitioning snowy rain. Wind blasts speedily whip and blow Swirling snowflakes once softly slow;...[Read Full Post] Mon, 10 Apr 2017 10:43:00 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/908347 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/908347 That spiral helix of DNA Blamed for her disability Responsible too for her brilliance Her tenacious strength and resilience. Earned honors, her graduate degree Her success her children did see; That spiral helix of DNA Would not stop her today. That spiral helix of DNA Blamed for her disability She would not let it keep her away From her long career; nursing held its sway. Thirty years wrote her name plus 'RN" Now time forced her ...[Read Full Post] Tue, 11 Apr 2017 11:28:41 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/908601 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/908601 Tonight... The house is cleaned and I am headed to bed - Ahhh - perhaps stay up and enjoy it instead? The boys and my hubby are coming in late; Iâm tired tonight, wonder if I can stay awake? No, the puppy and I, to dreamland will headâ âthen comes morning Your clothes lie on the floor, not in the hamper, The house is cold; who forgot the fireplace damper? What? No bathroom tissue paper on the roll? Who couldnât change it before some...[Read Full Post] Thu, 13 Apr 2017 10:05:14 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/908909 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/908909 Baubles, trinkets tiny, all gleam bright and pretty! Would they not look shiny soft draped across my arm? Bits of beads tempt me with their glitter and their charm! A wristlet, a gold ring and dangly earrings too! Silver and gold flanked bling of color, favored blue. Trifles strike my fancy, and land inside my stash, of many charms, not few. My bills of green shrink slim but my trinkets grow from baubles bought on a w...[Read Full Post] Fri, 14 Apr 2017 15:40:51 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/909024 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/909024 A gem, a pearl, a prize Gleam bright, silver so fair First drew my sight, then won My eye, my heart, my care My eye, my heart, my care, Soft draped across my arm Bits of bids tempt me with Their glitter and their charm Their glitter and their charm A wristlet, a gold ring And dangly earrings too Silver and gold flanked bling. Silver and gold flanked bling Of color favored blue Trifles strike my fancy Of many charms, not few. Of many charm...[Read Full Post] Fri, 14 Apr 2017 19:13:02 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/909043 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/909043 Flying along, not equipped, quick, as the Jetsons in their small bubble ship. Alone, no jet pack hiding, without any external device. Gliding effortlessly on the wind, hovering above small town I aged in Soaring over shops, I roam toward the streets, sailing lived path to my home. Pleasing panoramic scene, is a free floating, wistful melodic dream. ____________________________________________ Entry: April 14, 2017 ...[Read Full Post] Fri, 14 Apr 2017 16:18:34 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/908714 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/908714 Jingle of coins, thin green and white bills with crisp images of Presidents live in my wallet until I spot a bauble â no sense!! ____________________________________________ Entry: April 15, 2017 Prompt: Money For: Dew Drop Inn Poetry Workshop Form: A Septone poem has 7 lines of simple, just-for-fun, unrhymed verse, based on your seven digit phone number, which establishes the number of syllables per line. Syllabic...[Read Full Post] Sun, 09 Apr 2017 16:16:30 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/908697 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/908697 Nights of restless red full of Cappuccino love; searing purple pain bled. Noisy din of ringing teal; Shades of sadness blue in amber darkness peals. Angerâs orange blaze leads to envy green and spite of yellow's gaze. Moments of golden haze, abstracted susarrate color buried in stark silence beige of dour achromatic dolor... emotion's estuary emptied. [Image #4000] ...[Read Full Post] Sat, 15 Apr 2017 20:22:07 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/909065 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/909065 "Mondayâs child is fair of face"; "Monday, Monday, canât trust that day!" Monday sayings fill our space, "Itâs just another manic Monday!" Transitional day is Monday; Most dread the start of another week. Takes us to work away from play; Itâs fun on restful Sunday we seek Thereâs too much paper on my desk, A pile of bills to go through; Taxes to finish and poems to write, Laundry and vacuuming too. A sick dog in the fami...[Read Full Post] Tue, 18 Apr 2017 19:00:59 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/909399 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/909399 Dear Son, Your work is done, You can now rest; Weâre proud of you, You gave your best. Your buddies are alive Today because of you. Though our hearts are heavy, You saved more than a few. The flag on your casket Told the story you know; Your service mascot Draped in stripes also. Together in heaven, Both running free; We grieve for you On bended knee. Proud and lost are we your heartsick, faithful, Loving family. ...[Read Full Post] Tue, 18 Apr 2017 15:14:26 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/909396 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/909396 Beginning, middle, and end If one never starts, one never ends Dig for reserves, progress tough; In the middle, the going gets rough. Midway through Augustâs poem, Wondering if Iâll finish this tome. Inspiration courses slow; What topic to pen with words of woe? No beginning nor ending - Stuck in the middle doubting again. Topic, rhyme or stress meter - Whereâs my inspiring muse? I need her! Missing- one middle muse tweak...[Read Full Post] Sat, 20 Aug 2022 17:53:53 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/909425 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/909425 It was an idyllic compact family shot; Two young children, two dogs, smiling husband and wife. Pictures belied changes occurring behind scenes Contrite moments trailed from his alcoholic fights. Decisions were made to change their family life She raised their children; alcohol called him daily He drank more, not less; he loved his girls to the end. She wonders if she could have rescued him that day. She rued her words: "No, take a taxi; I can&#39...[Read Full Post] Thu, 20 Apr 2017 10:59:24 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/909461 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/909461 This feels like home, it feels so right I want to write in the dead of night Iâd rather write than eat or drink Breaths grow cold, my life on the brink. This newfound gift, expressions cloy With sweet words to express my joy. Truth be told, itâs been with me long In many forms, poem and song. Writing is constant in my life Loves gained and lost, writing through strife. Of elusive love I penned verse too, Hoping to find someone like you. As my a...[Read Full Post] Sat, 22 Apr 2017 09:52:48 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/909592 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/909592 âTwo-ty toot twoâ â Dad would always say at 2:22 each day. I canât help but see the clock at this hour; He speaks to me from his bell tower. Often as I casually eye the clock, I smile to myself, always a little shock to see 2:22â and think of Dad who daily noted, (a hint sad,) the same passing of time- everyday, Each time, he made it seem like a new unusual event, a psych; He and I, we both knew the truth; I played along, wi...[Read Full Post] Sat, 22 Apr 2017 11:46:54 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/909635 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/909635 An English sonnet with structured meter Is the direction for this sunny day Sadly, I canât write a centimeter Of profound sentiment these words wonât say. Trying to write feelings wont to express, Action words leap and bounce upon my paper. Writing through the night till dawn breaks moonless, Until the poem fast becomes a caper. Iâll pen my verses with creative care; From the start, I vow this sad grey saga Will tell a story that will end somewhere...[Read Full Post] Sun, 23 Apr 2017 10:33:34 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/909645 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/909645 Over and over I fell Hard for you Loving you when all In me revolted in warning I did not listen When did we get on this plane Of hate stronger than love? I want to disembark. I want to Love again, Be loved Feel loved Be happy. The plane is on the runway And I am force pressed Into my seat by Newton's Second Law, acceleration's net force. The amount of force you exerted That night, the emotional Weight of you, triggered My ...[Read Full Post] Tue, 16 May 2017 18:07:03 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/908706 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/908706 Family toddled, wandered, stretched and sat For Christmas of â07, home everyone gathered Floor space covered, filling chairs, babes lie flat. Santa Claus left gifts and stockings stuffed fat Amid packages, ribbons, and bows scattered Family toddled, wandered, stretched and sat. Great grandchild, great nephew passed like a hat He smiled and four generations he flattered. Floor space covered, filling chairs, babes lie flat. Wearing Gramsâ knit,...[Read Full Post] Mon, 24 Apr 2017 12:11:03 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/909664 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/909664 Itâs the night before... My life might change tomorrow, Or not. A job interview A company from my past An old job role. But a new location Different people Same corporate structure? Ten years is a long time I donât know if I remember How to do the job Or even if I have the Energy for an eight-hour day But time is running out Itâs now or permanent retirement Which I fear will lead to Perpetual sentient activity- Nothing. Iâll face t...[Read Full Post] Tue, 20 Sep 2022 18:12:50 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/909901 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/909901 Flung open the doors and smelled the sweet hay Walked softly inside the barn today Approached in his stall, my bay horse treasure Nuzzled my pocket for a carrot! "Say!â My horse is, by anyone elseâs measure, Just a horse but to me he brings pleasure A sweeter quarter horse was never found He means the world to me, he's my treasure. Perched on his wide back, riding him around To music, his blithe spirit knows no bound He moves rhythm...[Read Full Post] Thu, 27 Apr 2017 11:18:47 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/909921 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/909921 A special place to hide was my grandfatherâs eyrie tree; Its limb curved into a seat where I settled in this very tree. And I stayed there for hours reading my favorite book, which captivated me when hidden in his fairy tree. Though it was one among many different garden drupe bowers shielding me on his farm; my special airy tree Bore round fleshy yield of yellow and red, sweet and sour Oâer an arbor of grapes shaded by my merry berry tree. T...[Read Full Post] Mon, 01 May 2017 15:48:47 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/909904 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/909904 His features were solemn, terse and tense His face was pale, in anticipation He spoke deliberately, tried to make sense Of the latest news event to befall Our troubled nation now. His face was pale in anticipation Leadersâ decisions had caused a ripple Of words he conveyed to the nation They were not uplifting, there is âno joyâ In his news for viewers today. He spoke deliberately, tried to make sense The images flashed across his desk Parsed his...[Read Full Post] Sat, 29 Apr 2017 18:14:30 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/910112 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/910112 "His frantic pace my horse swift slows   to forage food, sweet green grass mined; Babylon's umber ashen blot   haunts me, a shadow in my mind:  Rusty remnant remains.â Each day his patient steady trot   toward richer greener grass, his find, moves us far from seared Babylonâs plot;   Supplants images in my mind of  Rusty remnant remains. Sensing hope, my horse steps spritely ...[Read Full Post] Sun, 30 Apr 2017 12:13:34 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/909925 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/909925 [Image #4000] Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words .~~ Robert Frost Mon, 01 May 2017 12:52:15 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/910237 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/910237 Hail stranger! Finding love Your kisses unwrap a longing in my soul Your passion consumes me My body aches for you, desires you. And you provide with one touch Infinite magical moments. My soul bursts into the light and soars above the harbor. You play me, again and again Like a familiar tune, my body responds Arcing with pleasure and desire For this intoxicating gift And I am happy, I feel loved. ...[Read Full Post] Sun, 30 Apr 2017 18:35:08 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/910113 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/910113 Triskaidekaphobia describes a fear Of the number 13, so I hear Iâve found it in a headline today As Triskaidekatrumpia â another way To describe the fear sweeping the nation Of the Butterscotch Fogâs celebration For his ICE agentsâ successful deportations And his sweeping ban on new immigration. His successes are few, he has had hiccups But in his game of golf, he hails the cup His ban was barred by a Federal judge Who Trump disliked and thought a p...[Read Full Post] Sat, 13 May 2017 09:36:07 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/910231 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/910231 July 1, 2018 [Link: 'https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dHgWLS7-osY'] "....You reach out your hand But you're all alone, in those Time passages I know you're in there, you're just out of sight Time passages Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight." As I started to reflect on the concept of time, a song from the 1970's, (1978 to be exact), by Al Stewart, popped into my head i...[Read Full Post] Sun, 01 Jul 2018 14:47:44 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/937190 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/937190 "Tell us about that time you were excited about something, only to be bitterly disappointed when it was delayed or cancelled." In March I took a trip to Scotland and spent a few days in England. All in all I was gone for about 16 days. As a gift to me, my daughter arranged transportation to the airport from the hotel in London where I spent a few nights. I truly had a fabulous ti...[Read Full Post] Wed, 04 Jul 2018 12:12:44 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/937288 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/937288 Happy Independence Day to all! Wednesday is an odd day for July 4th. You don't quite know how to celebrate or what to do with it. You worry about being up too late watching fireworks to get up for work on Thursday. And if you do fireworks on the 3rd, you'll be off by a day. Here in Denver, that dilemma was solved for us through a fire ban. With 9 fires burning in the state, 106 homes (last count) and countless structure...[Read Full Post] Wed, 04 Jul 2018 12:45:00 EDT https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/937403 https://www.InkSpot.Com/main/books/entry_id/937403