sparkling springs at home draw me from this desert place where I have wandered
Category: Poetry
Ancient Melody
Ancient Melody My grandmother grew up on a farm–one of twelve children– a school teacher of twelve grades in one room. As a student herself she studied math hard… because it was hard… so they told her. Many years later, she worked at H & R Block filing income taxes for others–way into her seventies–because she…
haiku: one hour
if one day is a thousand years, then one hour with you will be enough
haiku: blurred light
in this place layers blur light, here honey tastes sour and bitter is sweet
Salty Old Fisherman
Salty Old Fisherman
haiku: scars
scars on furniture mark character, human scars say imperfection
Remembering Mothers
Pontormo’s “Visitation,” –famous mothers, Mary and Elizabeth I wrote this in honor of my mother and mother-in-law.
Moonbeams
moonbeams upon a rolling sea unlocked a song buried within my heart
A Thousand Pieces
A Thousand Pieces
haiku: light
light that pierces glass shows the possibility faith quelling evil
Bonnie Saul Wilks 