A couple of weeks ago, my father died. He was a man of prayer, a man who taught his children to pray, who always had an eye to eternity! He told us many stories; one of his stories included: If a bird flew over a mountain every thousand years and dropped one feather on the […]
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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 […]
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
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 […]
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 […]
This morning I grabbed my coffee and woke up the dog to do her morning routine outside. (This is ‘Winnie’ -our miniature daschund) I accompanied her outside as lately she seems needy- she doesn’t want to be outside by herself – so I took my coffee and decided to sit outside for awhile so she’d […]
Academia: “Write of roses, daffodils, and violets, White linen, drownings, and yellow-wallpaper creeping madness” If I write: This artist will write of your painted rainbow mists– Blue mornings, pink horizons, and golden oceans! If I write: This gray moth will write of Your stained-glass-monarch-butterfly universe! If I write: This traveler will write of worlds that collide The Pacific and […]
Eons past, there lounged Three That great Beam of Eternity Who saw reflected in the eyes of His Son Images of those who’d not yet come The Son raised His arms like a crucified Time courses through from side to side A new beam shouldered to cross the first A beam to quench His infinite […]
Michele Marie's Poetry By The Fireside... 