Tick Tock, I’m on the Clock. Eggs to check. Caterpillars to feed. Butterflies to release. Tick Tock, I’m still on the Clock. Jewelry to make. A website to finish. Gallery pieces to mail. Tick Tock, I’m on the Clock Again. School obligations start. A senior year looms. Forms, forms, and more forms. Beckon…
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Potential
I’ve been thinking a lot about potential lately….. Future Potential, Unrealized Potential, Untapped Potential, or even, Staying because of Potential. It is an odd contemplation. Unrealized potential is a little easier to digest, yet the saddest, because it might not be self determined. This includes those who cannot find their groove, succumb to circumstance, or…
Poetry Friday: Poetic Advice
Earlier this week I got the chance to hear a spoken word poet by the name of Chris James. He was the speaker selected to address the winners of the 2019 Congressional Art Contest in Washington D.C.. Most of his speech was motivational and inspirational for the 433 young artists and their family members who…
Poetry Friday: Frog Invasion & Sunflower Sneaks
Today is Poetry Friday. Sadly, I missed the last couple of weeks, just due to a busy schedule and not being able to slow down to write a mindful poem. Yesterday was warm, sunny, and I found time to sit listen, watch, reflect, and write. I hope you enjoy these poems. Thanks to Reflections on…
Poetry Friday: Stones
What follows in a piece of free writing that I did two weekends ago after a Hike and Write workshop. I have not yet gotten to edit but thought I would publish what ten minutes of an uninterrupted stream of consciousness writing produced. I was happy with the results. Now, to fine-tune it. Tell me…
Poetry Friday: A Stab at Book Spine Poetry
Today, I decided to try my hand at writing some book spine poetry. This is a form of poetry I have heard about but never written. Earlier this week I saw a social media post from our high school showing students in the library, working on book spine poetry. Not having any background in this…
Poetry Friday: Birds of Prey
I spy a Short Eared Owl nestled in the Grasslands, three Great Blue Herons hiding in the cold Marsh, six Bald Eagles sitting on the ice as the sun soon melts, a single hawk hovering over a dry creek bed, seeking a tiny moving morsel for its morning meal. For these are the Birds of…
Poetry Friday: Shiny Baubles
What sparkles for you? Is it Sapphires, Rubies, or Opals, too? Diamonds, Emeralds, & Tanzanite all bringing out reflected rays of light. Or do you prefer the more natural scenes of crystal clear lakes, a jagged snow-capped mountain range, or a prairie meadow dancing with butterflies caught on a breeze? Some shiny baubles are…
Poetry Friday: Connecting
I wonder…… How do you connect with people? Do you go to them, or do they come to you? Are you an Organizer, or a Participant, or Both? Do you like to talk face to face or send an email? Do you meet for coffee in a public place or at your kitchen table? Are…
Poetry Friday: Alphabet Poems with Third Graders
Some years ago, about four – I think, I had my writer’s circle students write a compilation of alphabet poems. There were six students in my group, each getting four letters on which to write a short, descriptive poem about what the letter brings to mind for each of them. I gave my usual, stay…










