Bread & With It

Here's mine! I drew the colors for my poems from a variety of moments in my life this week. What's better than kids and a parachute? Jungle Green Lemon Yellow Forest Green First up- Jungle Green I took my grandson to a music class at the library where we sang, danced with bubbles, and jumped under a lifting parachute. What fun for a grandma! One of the songs that was sung was a familiar one to young moms.. "Galumph Went the Little Green Frog I decided this was the perfect for

I had forgotten how inspiring I found the Crayola Crayon color names I have been working with this year, and how poems seem to flow more easily at times from colors than from other words. It felt good to sit down this week and choose three new colors. Snapped this week in Massachusetts. This week's colors were inspired by the change in seasons from swimsuits and to comfy sweatshirts. Tan Bittersweet Shimmer Goldenrod Let's start with the color: Tan Do you remember these ads?

This week, there has been something about the squeal of school bus brakes outside my window that has brought me back to the first day of school as an empty nester. I wrote this mixture of reflection/poetry/lyrics as I juggled the memories of being a young mom, scrambling to get the kids ready and on the bus, to the quiet tug on my empty-nester heart. First posted on August 31, 2022, the sentiment felt timeless this morning. Hope you enjoy :) Happy Poetry Friday Everyone! An

Wednesday evening I attended Georgia Heard's webinar "Word's that Sing and Soar," with Irene Latham. How wonderful it was to gather virtually with so many poets I have gotten to know through Boyds Mills(Highlights). Really looking forward to going to Poetry Palooza there this fall and catching up with them. Be sure to sign up for these little ditties! They are both a little bit of poetry love, filled with great tips and news about upcoming webinars. Georgia Heard's Newslett

...and they have my head swirling, in a very good way. ;) Poetry that touched my heart: Musician Glen Hansard tragically died last week, and the air has been filled with his music. He started out as a busker on the streets of Dublin, so I was particularly touched by the video of other buskers and people on the street gathered and singing his Oscar-winning song, "Falling Slowly." I first learned about Glen's work on a return flight home from a business trip to Hong Kong. The