News about this and that

Hi everyone,

It’s good to be back.

Yesterday I posted a new picture on FAMILY VOICES — our good friend Linda Boyden — so I hope you will visit the site to enjoy it and mention it to others. Here’s the link again. https://www.facebook.com/ozarksfamilyvoices/

Tomorrow I’m featuring Marjorie Maddox and her two new books, INSIDE OUT: POEMS ON WRITING AND READING POEMS WITH INSIDER EXERCISES and I’M FEELING BLUE, TOO! I hope you will join me for that.

And on the same post, up in the ANNOUNCEMENT segment, you will find the new Word of the Month Poetry Challenge word for August. Don’t miss that!

My Word of the Month poem for June

Hi everyone,

My poem for June inspired by YOU.

You are the one
who makes me smile,
who makes my life
seem more worthwhile.

You are the one
who’s always there,
who makes my troubles
easier to bear.

You are the one
who pushes back,
keeps me from wandering
off the track.

You are the one who
till the end
will always be
my cherished friend.

You are the one.
You are the one.
You are the one.

(c) 2019 David L. Harrison

My Word of the Month poem

Hi everyone,

Here’s my Word of the Month poem for April.

Catching a Ride

We’re riding on a rock
4 billion 54 million years old,
24 thousand 9 hundred miles around,
weighing 13,170,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 pounds.

We’re riding on a rock
71 percent covered by water,
spinning around our axis at 1,000 miles per hour,
circling the sun at 67 thousand miles per hour,
moving with our galaxy at 490 thousand miles per hour,
whirling through space at 2,229,500 miles per hour.

We’re riding on a rock
home to 10 quintillion insects
and 7.6 billion people
with different opinions.

Keep your seat belt securely fastened.
Bumpy or not,
Earth is the only rock
we have to ride.

(c) David L. Harrison, all rights reserved

The word of the month for September is . . .

Hi everyone,
David from 417 Magazine
Another month, another opportunity to stretch with some word play. I just returned to the list of words provided by you half a year ago and selected this one: FORGOTTEN. It feels ripe with possibilities. How did that old song go, “Try to remember the kind of September?” Let’s see what we remember and what we have forgotten.