You bore the weight of loss upon your body from a young age; your little knees torn and scratched from playing football on the gravel ground, bled the pain and carried the scars of your mother’s life – gone, at such a young age. Your father carried you as best he could dressing you each…
Category: Poetry
Ode to ‘The Kiss’ by Gustav Klimt
Your creator was a gifted artist Blending the richness of gold With the passion of red The dark black of night With the velvety carpet of floral green. I made your acquaintance At the Belvedere Museum in Vienna Pausing in awe At the power of your tenderness, Now knowing I would fall in love with…
Ode to Chocolate
You befriended me from the beginning Those warm, melty, fresh out of the oven Chocolate cookies that my mom made Quietly oozing and tingling on my tongue As your sweetness wound its way to my belly My first friend was you, milk chocolate I desired and longed for you Wholeheartedly embracing you In your many…
Ode to Procrastination
Aha! I see you I feel you I hear you I greet you saying Would you like to join me for a cup of tea? Perhaps a small sugary treat? I know you well We have been joined since birth And rather than dismiss you I choose this day To greet you with a fond…
Ode to a Headache
It seems a little odd to be penning an ode to you You are bothersome, annoying And linger about the front of my head I rather wish you’d be gone Yet, here you are Lingering about, making your home with me You have a pattern about you A way in which you present yourself each…
Ode to Paris
Thomas Jefferson wrote about you, dear friend, “A walk about Paris will provide lessons in history, beauty, and in the point of life.” And so right he was You captured and delighted my heart At the wonderful age of 21, When I stood atop your Tour Eiffel and proclaimed To the wind, ‘I shall return’…
Ode to Pausing
In this hustle and bustle of western culture It can be difficult to stand on the edge of Pausing Of slowing down, watching, waiting Of not giving into the chronic cry Of do, do, do What if? I wait, and be? Pause and reflect? It doesn’t mean I’m not valuable or productive What if waiting…
Ode to Lighting Candles
On this growing colder November day As the light lessens And darkness knocks at my door I hear my candles whispering their request “Will you please grant us light?” Such a simple thing The striking of the match against the box The flame as it leaps from the tip of the wood The smell…
Ode to Morning Frost
You remind me of glitter Your sparkling, shining self along my porch railing As if my daughters, when they were small, Had sprinkled you along the railings edge, atop Elmer’s glue And scattered you about. Glitter, The fun and glitzy shininess of it Sparkling on my floor, walls, chairs and furniture It would get everywhere….
Ode to Fall Trees
I wonder, “How do you feel when your leaves change color and fall to the ground? Do you feel vulnerable as you let go of that which has nourished and fed and clothed your body through the seasons? What would it be for me to lean into the changing seasons and let go like you?…
Ode to Poached Eggs
I crack your protective shell against the low side of my green plate And watch you slide your way into the bubbling, bouncing, frothing Vinegar and salt infused water For three minutes you heat yourself from the cool temperature of my refrigerator Dowsing yourself in the warm bath of my frying pan. A dash of…
Hello Yellow
Hello, buttercup you called from the waters edge Fancy meeting you on the path this morning. You reminded me of Princess Buttercup and brought a slowly moving smile to my face. Can we bring joy and hope to your heart this morning? Questioned the Iris as my feet tread the lakes path. Look at us,…
Sharon Richards 