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Poetry Friday: Edits, Swaps, and Chapters, Oh, My!
I am still getting back to normal after our trip to Yosemite. We’ve been home a little over a week, and my time management has been lacking. On Monday, I volunteered at the public gardens where I had helped last year and found that I’m still questioning my fit. It’s also an hour away, and…
Woman, Overboard! National Poetry Month, Day 17
Today’s prompt word from the Verse of Ages Poetry Prompts for April 2025 is overboard. This is the list from which my poetry prompt has been obtained each day. I am proud of being halfway through the month and being able to write a poem a day this year, so far. Here are the poems…
National Poetry Day #6: Using the Prompt Iridescent
When we went to Ireland last fall, my husband and I found the history there fascinating. We spent one of our days hiking in the Glendalough Valley found in the Wicklow Mountains. St. Kevin was a sixth-century monk who first lived in the Glendalough Valley as a hermit. He later founded a monastery at Glendalough….
Poetry Friday: A Mixed Bag
Wow! The end of July and the beginning of August have been busy. We had lots of visitors in July. Two different couples came up for two different weekends mid-month and before that, our boys were here for the Fourth of July holiday. Near the end of the month, we hopped in the car with…
Poetry Friday: A Quick One
It’s been a week! Last Thursday, I took our cat, Callie, to our son’s in La Crosse, Wisconsin. It’s a three-hour drive from where we live in the Northwoods. He also has a cat and we switch off watching each other’s feline when we travel. I stayed Thursday and Friday night. Friday, I met a…
Silent Sunday: Snapshots from A Walk Along the Erie Canal in Spencerport, New York
Today is Silent Sunday. For six years, I’ve posted my photos on a theme of my choice on Sunday. No words, just visual enjoyment! Thanks for viewing! Comments are always welcome! You can now view my daily posts on my Medium.com page. New followers are encouraged.
Poetry Friday: Trips and Writing Interrupted
The last few weeks have been extraordinarily busy. At the end of June, I went to California for a week with my oldest son. We spent three nights in San Francisco and then drove up the Pacific Coastal Highway to Redwood National Park. This park was on both of our bucket lists so it made…
Silent Sunday: Scenes From Our Ridge Top Prairie
Today is Silent Sunday. On this day, each week, I pick a theme for which I share my own photography. All photos are the property of Carol Labuzzetta. There is no permission to duplicate in any form. Thank you!
Poetry Friday: How a Cedar Wears Snow
This is the second in a series of poems I’m writing on how trees wear snow in the winter. How a Cedar Wears Snow My branches called boughs Are bending low, in a frown Snow came, fast, wet, and heavy Making my boughs bow down Leaning over, I look sad Under the weight of the…