A poem for a sunny spring day!
Ha! I always knew I was hot stuff!
Poetry Slam
In high school he wasjust a flame -- but he's the one
I'll love forever.
My temper flames up. I can't express how I wish
I could let it go!
A flame sucks me in.Hypnotized, I gaze through
to a secret place.
to a secret place.
Image credit:
"No. 18" /Jackson Pollock , 1950
In honor of the day . . . .
. . . and a "Generous" Irish blessing
to the lot of you:
And may you be in
Heav'n a half hour before the
Devil knows you're dead!
Poetry Slam: Metamorphosis
Pitching machine: ready!
Cleats, lacrosse sticks, shorts, sunscreen --
Huge change since last month!Poetry Slam: Chrysalis
You know, you could join in the haiku party yourself! Check it out at Jenn's wonderful blog. You know . . . that blog?
Little girl's body
Could not hold her giant heart.
And so she grew up.
From outside no change
Little girl's bodyCould not hold her giant heart.
And so she grew up.
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From outside no changeis seen. But the soul is fed
by non-stop loving.*
by non-stop loving.*
*Chrysalis offers spiritual renewal to young people through a three-day retreat experience and follow-up community gatherings. Aimed primarily at high school and college youth, it is an offshoot of the ecumenical Cursillo and Emmaus movements. More information can be found here.