Category: Poetry

Thursday, January 15, 2026 The Woodlands

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I got another new set of paints entitled “Woodlands.”

Even the name “Woodlands” felt poetical, so naturally, poetry ensued. The first one isn’t so much a poem as it is a bunch of phrases using the names of the paints in the palette (in bold). The second one had me reaching further for the images I wanted.

Woodlands I
I walk the sand ridge
Till I see a cavern in the mist,
And a bear in its shadows.
Looking for daylight,
I cross the stream,
Stepping on gray stones.
Suddenly, I’m in the thick of redwoods
And deep moss
And foxberry bushes.
At last I see the blue-green glitter
Of sunlight on the pond.

I was a bit perplexed by the color “foxberry,” but decided that if there is a foxberry, there must be a foxberry bush.

Woodlands II
The woodlands call –
Pine-scented voice,
Checkered sunlight,
Scattered bird song,
Skittering critters,
Whispering leaves,
Glitter-green pond,
Fallen acorns,
And the deep
dense
presence
Of the LORD God Almighty.

I might write out the second one in the blue space at the top of the painting. Thoughts? Opinions? Critiques?

I sense that a squirrel will gnaw on this post with its strong jaws and teeth in the morning.

Thursday, January 8, 2026 Poem for David B

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My brother achieved 70 years recently, so naturally a poem had to be written in honor of this grand event.

That’s him on the left and me on the right
when we were young and splashy

Seventy years hath David B.
“I don’t feel very old,” said he.
“Speak for yourself,” opined one knee,
While his back groaned, saying “Golly gee!”

David objected, “I feel quite spry.”
His neck interjected, “That’s a lie!”
His bones just creaked with a little sigh,
And his brain took a break, saying “no reply.”

But David persisted, “I’m fit as a fiddle!”
His ears said, “What? Did he said ‘riddle?’”
“No rich food,” said his tummy in the middle,
(“But chocolate’s okay, if it’s just a little.”)

“I guess I’m getting on in years,”
Old David said, now switching gears.
“But full speed ahead! No time for tears.”
And the crowd around him gave three cheers.

So three cheers for David B!
(In three years, that will be me!)

Did you know that this post is getting on in years? Time to delete!

Monday, December 22, 2025 I’ve Got A Bad Case of Poetry

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I’ve been hearing from friends over the last week that their poetry book has arrived in the mail – many sent me photos to let me know what it looked like.

This is such a complete thrill for me! It started in 2024 when my daughter sent me the information for submitting poems for this book project. I picked out 15 poems and sent them off, hoping, but not really expecting to get any of them accepted. When I found out that they took 10 of them for the book, I literally shouted and danced around the room for joy.

Some of you reading this were participants in the Kickstarter Campaign – I am so very thankful for your contributions. This whole experience has been amazing and encouraging for me as a writer.

Oh, give thanks to the LORD, for He is good!
For His mercy endures forever.
Psalm 136:1

Shout out to Bandersnatch Press for putting this book together and bringing it to completion, and to Emily Person, who did such a fabulous job with the illustrations. I’m very much looking forward to seeing the book, and to reading the poems contributed by the other authors.

I’ve got a bad case of needing to delete this in the morning…

Wednesday, December 17, 2025 The Workshop: A Not So Tiny Book

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I received a gift from a dear friend for my birthday, a lovely blank book with thick homemade paper, a book that says “Enter in and create!”

Fear makes the wolf bigger than he is.

Note the fingerprint stain toward the bottom, my first act of creation being to get chocolate on it.

The very wordy book title – you’d expect no less from me if you’ve read my blog at all. “The Book of Small Musings, Random Ideas, Poetic Thoughts, Ink Drawings, and Humble Paintings.” A mouthful for sure. I should be careful about overpromising and underdelivering (probably too late for that).

I also got a new palette of paints for my birthday, Complexions. I tried them out on the first page of this book.

BEHOLD! A new palette of paints,
hues of complexions,
Skin tones of black, brown, red, pink, peach and yellow.
We look like a bouquet of earth colors
When we’re all together.

That’s all folks!

I’ll probably get a random idea or poetic thought about deleting this in the morning.

Thursday, December 11, 2025 The Scowling Owl

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Every owl
Knows how to scowl
Like every ant
Knows how to crawl

Every owl
Knows how to hunt
Like every pig
Knows how to grunt

Every owl
Knows how to fly
Like every snake
Knows how to lie

Every owl
Can twist its neck
Like every bird
Knows how to peck

Every owl
Can call out “Whoo!”
So tell me now,
What can YOU do?

Every blog post knows how to be deleted. This one is no exception.

Thursday, October 16, 2025 Pink

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Pink.

The color of a newly-coiled rose bud,

Cloud glimmers at even,

Miss Hollyhock waving her petals,

A rabbit’s quivering nose,

But best of all –

Best of all!

The color of the perfect lips

Of a newborn child.

Pink.

(Did I mention that our latest granddaughter was born today?)

I’ll probably delete this very pink post in the morning.

Wednesday, October 15, 2025 The Workshop: Dart into Tiny Art Plus a Wee Bit of Sewing

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That title is too long, but I wanted each word to be there. Some people spare words, others multiply them. You know which one I am by now.

Another week of Tiny Art! My goal is to do four of these per week. It’s good practice for me and gives me a reason to leave my craft table all full of open paint sets and other vaguely artsy misc. The usual disclaimer applies: I copied things I found on Pinterest and added my own words.

Behind Door #1:

Who remembers the song “Daisy, Daisy?” It might actually have been called “Bicycle Built for Two.” My mom’s PCA was named Daisy and I could not (COULD NOT) resist singing this part of the song to her whenever I saw her. (At least I spared her the next line: “I’m half crazy all for the love of you.”) It was either charming or obnoxious – let’s hope it was the former.

The Little House on a Little Hill. If you think that house looks wonky, you’re not alone. But while I was working on it, a phrase kept running through my head from Psalm 15: LORD, who may abide in Your tabernacle? Who may dwell in Your holy hill? It’s funny what words trigger things to run through your mind.

Behind Door #2:

Poof! No other commentary is necessary.

Lime slice,
Fresh and nice.
My advice:
No matter the price,
Let it suffice,
Limes are nice!

Sometimes poems slip in when I’m not looking.

I’ve also made a couple Tiny Art books by myself, having found the one I bought to be a little TOO tiny. The seller ought to have marketed them as “Teeny Tiny Art Books.”

Lastly, my dear and patient readers, I am working on the third crib mobile of this year. The first two went to granddaughters that were born earlier in the year. This one is for the granddaughter who may actually be born today! Which means I better get hopping on finishing the mobile.

Praise God from whom all blessings flow,
Praise Him all creatures here below,
Praise Him above ye heavenly host,
Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost.
AMEN!

Blog post,
More words than most,
With morning’s roast
It will be toast.

Monday, September 8, 2025 Monday Marigolds

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Monday!

I’m tempted to leave it at that and have you all wondering…what about Monday? What does she mean? Is there some hidden depth there?

Alas, no hidden depths. But it could be that there’s a poem lurking in there somewhere. Let’s see if I can find it.

Look at Monday, just look at it!
What a plum assignment it has in the week,
Zipping along after Sunday rest and worship.
If April showers bring May flowers,
Then Sunday rest brings Monday zest.

It’s Monday!
Start the day with prayer,
Read the Scriptures with renewed vigor,
Catch up on last week’s to-do’s that didn’t get to-done,
Make those dreaded phone calls to set up appointments,
Do some stretches, yes, the ones you used to do daily,

Reach high, dig deep,
Forget what lies behind, reach forward to what lies ahead…

Don’t forget to cut some Monday flowers,
And put ‘em in a Monday vase.

Ah, Monday!

(If you wonder why I use exclamation marks so much, you should listen to me talk. Then you’d get it.)

And with that, this Monday post heads to the Tuesday morning queue of deleting.