When our family moved 15 years ago, we stopped into the church that would be our new home parish. The stained glass windows above the altar depicted the sparkling waters of the river Jordan. The waters appeared blue, clean, and clear like some of the Canadian lake waters I’d witnessed long ago when I was […]
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A shift of the earth The cold winds comeThe cold of space untempered By the loss of my Sun ©Michele Marie Image by Arek Socha from Pixabay
I once read an article about the Beatles- an interview with Paul McCartney. He said that at first when they were starting out, their songwriting wasn’t very good. But because they loved it, they stayed with it. After awhile they became quite good at songwriting! (Ya think?) When the Beatles were at their height of popularity, […]
Do you feel like a chicken whose lost its head somewhere over the past year and found it again over Christmas vacation? And having found it, you placed it firmly on your neck and started writing again? That’s funny- same think just happened to me. And I want to keep that head firmly planted this time. 2 weeks of […]
(one of my favorite poems ever) Move him into the sun— Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields half-sown. Always it woke him, even in France, Until this morning and this snow. If anything might rouse him now The kind old sun will know. Think how it wakes the seeds,— Woke, […]
Some things I do to have extra writing time: I dye my own hair. I realized that by the time I drive to the Hair Salon, wait for my turn, wait for my hair color to set, get the extra color rinsed out, and pay and return home, that I’ve used up a good amount […]
For Christmas, my husband surprised me with an AlphaSmart 3000; basically a typewriter with memory~ He got it used (included a USB cable to download work to a printer or computer) on Ebay- for $29.00 . Suffice it to say, writing is more prolific when there are no internet distractions with all those articles, Facebook scrollings, and […]
Never covered in winter Never watered But for the whims of chance clouds Never fed But by the searchings of desperate roots No cultured rose is this And yet And yes This one is exquisite Let us bring it To our gardens Giving color Where before was only cultured foliage We will find a place […]
Close your eyes and see The singular life that’s yours~ Smile in wonderment… Michele Marie
My daughter said, ‘I wish I could see the world the way a poet sees it,’ “But YOU are an Artist. It’s kind of the same.” I answered. She said, “No, it is quite different.” A few days later I asked her to explain, and this is how she explained it~ “I guess maybe as an […]
Michele Marie's Poetry By The Fireside... 