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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In my last semester of college, on the first day of my poetry class, I watched curiously for my new poetry professor. He came through the door maneuvering on crutches; his legs were bent and his knees turned in as he made his way to his desk at the front of the room under the […]
“…Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words…” Time. Just once, I’d give anything to have been a fly on the wall of Robert Frost’s office; poised on the window near where Mr. Frost sat, watching as he bounced things around in his head, perhaps chewing on a pencil end […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
Haunted Heart I happened upon it so I’ll tell the odd tale Of a heart that dwells where the cold winds wail On a dark lonely street where shadows are cast In a town I once found in my heartless old past Searching for answers, warmed by sunlight That town nearby was dark like a night […]
Michele Marie's Poetry By The Fireside... 