queen anne’s lace in august
Passing The Unworked Field
Queen Anne’s lace
is hardly prized but
neither is it idle,
look how it
on its thin stem,
nurtures its white budlets
gift of the sun,
makes for this world
loveliness it can.
alley filled with public creative expression
“i’m a great believer in poetry out of the classroom, in public places,
on subways, trains, on cocktail napkins.
i’d rather have my poems on the subway than around the seminar table at an mfa program.”
ann arbor, michigan, usa
thank you sarah freligh, for your beautiful poem
in this national poetry month and every month.
“poetry is plucking at the heartstrings, and making music with them”
– dennis gabor
photo credit: vermont garden journal
3 am is the hour of writers,
painters, poets, musicians, silence seekers,
over-thinkers, and creative people.
We know who you are,
We can see your light on.
Keep on keeping on.
image credit: pinterest – vintage
October breathed poetry —
beautiful and glowing.
~Terri Guillemets, “Tenth verse,” 2018,
blackout poetry created from
Octave Mirbeau, The Diary of a Chambermaid, 1891
painting credit: ‘autumn tree’, deborah mcgee, watercolor on paper
make way on the path
stepping creeping lime grows close
foot of goliath
in honor of international haiku poem day
why not take a stab at it?
“poetry is news brought to the mountains by a unicorn and an echo.”
scio woods, ann arbor, michigan, usa – spring 2020