In My Mama’s Clothes It used to be, long ago, in clothes she made I wore Dresses then, jumpers too knickers and a pinafore. And as I grew, close to her size her very own clothes she gave Passed down to me, so I could be stylish—my money to save. There’s more to this than … Continue reading The apple doesn’t fall far…
Tag: poetry
I would be…
Bird in Winter That bird out there, he thinks it’s Spring! In frigid frost his pipes do sing. Through the dark night he carries his tune. As morn reveals the barren waste, he croons. He seems unaffected by Winters’ harshness. Does he not see the bare trees leafless? He chirps on though cold he must … Continue reading I would be…
Macy the Mouse-Part Two
Macy the Mouse lives in Genevieve’s house right under the living room chair. She darts in and out, dodging yarn balls about but can’t quite make it up the stair. So downstairs she stays, knowing Genevieve’s ways are similar to her own. They both love to make, for making’s sake. To give or to keep … Continue reading Macy the Mouse-Part Two
Woolly Worm Considerations
**From my recently published book of rhyming words, Words On A Line. Woolly Predictions As Autumn began to fall in these parts Across my path a woolly albino darts. Or rather chugs across where my feet will fall Announcing in fur a mild winter for all. But lo, as I walk through Autumn’s blaze, I … Continue reading Woolly Worm Considerations
Words On A Line
So I was out a 'walking... Sounds like the start of one of my other poems, but really and truly, these things happen while I'm on my walks! Crazy, huh? I got the idea to publish a little book of rhyming words by thinking about the question: What would I title a book of poetry … Continue reading Words On A Line
Call Me Crazy
I know you'll think me crazy But this is what I do ... I love to make and shape things: A painting. A book. Or two. Or three or more ... what shall I say? It's all so fun to me! So you can call me crazy-- My family does already! -jpe 11/20/2013 **Ahem. Well, … Continue reading Call Me Crazy
Poem from a Christmas Past
A Dickens Eve A gentle waterfall spilled up and o’er the rim finding age old crevices to follow towards my chin. ‘Twere just a play! a staged apparition… Well, actually there were three nay four! after intermission. What magic did befall me as costumed sorcerers did brew with lilting incantations and lovely music too. Had … Continue reading Poem from a Christmas Past
Christmas Mugs
A MutinyThe cupboard cannot hold them these merry mugs of cheer. For sweetly drinking Christmas, Out of boxes pulled each year.I cannot fit them with the rest so tumbled out I’ll leave them, spilling Christmas nog and joy with every chance I see them.They wink as I drink my morning cuppa And froth piping hot … Continue reading Christmas Mugs
For Ellen
Macy Macy knew, that as she grew, her love for all things making was growing still, her heart to fill ... crocheting, quilting, baking! Yet in all this, one more was bliss a thread ran through them all— A gift to give, for this she lives, something not found at the mall. So Macy made, … Continue reading For Ellen
Christmas Treasures
Christmas Memories Oh the ache of Christmas, of the years rolling by, of children growing…I cannot stop it, no matter how hard I try. Middle boy says at table- “I don’t get it this year… It doesn’t seem like Christmas Yet it’s almost here. It’s a week away and it feels like any other. The … Continue reading Christmas Treasures