The first full week of January, every year, is International Blog Delurking Week. I would love to see people participate!
the finch ventures out
into a hard cold world
my own resilience
It is fairly easy. Leave a comment in the comment section letting the blog’s owner know that you were here. You can show that you’re here with a one-word “here” comment or you can tell me a bit about yourself. There are so many people that lurk, which means you read and don’t interact with the site. All writers want interaction with their readers, especially bloggers. So this week as you’re reading blogs please leave a Like or a short comment.
I would also encourage you to do this in your groups on Facebook. The moderators and administrators of Facebook groups put a lot of work into making a group fun and special. Please Like at least one post this week, and maybe leave an encouraging comment. There is a lot going on in life, and online. People like knowing that they are heard, and admins like knowing that all of the time they spend volunteering is worth it.
my plants and I
drink from the same cup
International Blog Delurking Week 2018
bird flies to and fro
taking care of her nest
I walk in circles
Today’s prompt was to use the word “to” in our poem. What do you think about my haiku? Don’t forget to go check out others by following the nahaiwrimo hashtag.
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the bird decays further
’til he is only feathers
I started dating my poems halfway through last year. I wish I had always dated them. I don’t know why I thought it was a good idea to leave the dates off. My attitude towards writing and poetry has changed a little bit in the past decade. I wonder what I will be like, or what style I will use a decade from now?
I suppose the time will come
Aid it in the coming
When the Bird will crowd the Tree
And the Bee be booming
I suppose the time will come
Hinder it a little
When the Corn in Silk will dress
And in Chintz the Apple
I believe the Day will be
When the Jay will giggle
At his new white House the Earth
That, too, halt a little –
Yes, soon, it will be Fall. Even though we love summer we have to give in to the rotation of the planet and admit that the seasons are changing. How are you gearing up for Fall?
Emily wrote about her faith a lot, sometimes in roundabout ways. Do you write about your faith?
My Faith is larger than the Hills –
So when the Hills decay –
My Faith must take the Purple Wheel
To show the Sun the way –
‘Tis first He steps upon the Vane –
And then – upon the Hill –
And then abroad the World He go
To do his Golden Will –
And if His Yellow feet should miss –
The Bird would not arise –
The Flowers would slumber on their Stems –
No Bells have Paradise –
How dare I, therefore, stint a faith
On which so vast depends –
Lest Firmament should fail for me –
The Rivet in the Bands
Here is a Dickinson poem you’ve probably heard.
Leave me a comment below telling me which poem, about hope, is your favorite. Mine is “Footprints”.
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
I’ve heard it in the chilliest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of Me.
walking in circles
the dance of motherhood
her nest is built
I hope all of my readers have a good week!
Yesterday was the 2 Year Anniversary of my blog! I probably should have wrote a special post but I had too much going on.
blue bird lands
he frightened me
I frightened him
What frightens you?
I am frightened that my poetry will become boring and my writing will start to sound the same page after page.
Basho thought poetry should have the freshness and promise of a cherry blossom and not be old and tired looking like old poets. He used the poem below to teach his students.
The beginning verse
should not resemble our faces
budding cherry blossoms