Each month this blog will feature a word of the month to stimulate a poem. Anyone who wishes to share a poem is invited to participate. The point is to enjoy the challenge of writing a poem inspired by a single word. It doesn’t matter if this is your first poem or five hundredth. It’s all done for the fun and exercise of writing.
Cutoff for posting the current Word of the Month poem is the last day of the month.
On the first day of each month, a new word will be posted to challenge your imagination for that month.
Please post your poems on this page, so everyone can find the poems easily.
Thank you and have fun!
David
PS: The word for June is YOU.
teafortwoandI’mforyouandyou’reformehowbettercoulditbe?
Delightful!
If you want to see the illustration to go with this poem, please see: https://thevibrantchanneledcreator.wordpress.com/2019/06/05/you/
It took me a minute to figure out what you did here, Jeanne. Tea for two reminds me of my Gramma. (Yes, this is how she always spelled it.) Thanks for sparking the memory.
To David, My Husband of 37 Years
They say to use “I” statements
When something bothers you.
Instead of all, you this, you that,
“I feel” is what to do.
Since we don’t need fight tactics,
I think it is okay
To disregard all that advice,
‘Cause I just want to say:
You are the bright light of my life.
You are perfect for me.
You are My Love and my best friend,
Happy Anniversary!
What a lovely way to express your love, Susan.
Giving Thanks
By Linda Boyden ©2019
Morning when it comes,
seeps in like the cookies
you forgot in the oven,
distracted by revising
the music of the day,
perfecting its melody.
When a whiff of vanilla
reminds you, you rush to
the oven’s tiny window
and see them, golden circles
plumped by the heat like
so many miniature suns.
You turn off the oven,
set the cookies to cool,
go outside to wait.
When Sun nudges Night away,
tired of her cold embrace,
you face East, the dew
weeping between your toes.
Offer pinches of tobacco,
a blessing of sage, and sing Sun home,
an honor song with words like
precious, tremble, cherish.
A song known only to you
and your mother
and her mother,
a thread of ordinary women
gifted with the extraordinary task
of luring Sun, coaxing Him
to return, to replenish the world.
Only you know the tune.
Only He understands
your words.
This has a deep quality to it, connecting modern life with ancient times. There’s much to appreciate here. I especially like, “golden circles/ plumped by the heat like/ so many miniatures suns.” Thanks, Linda, for this beautiful poem.
Thanks so much, Susan.