Category: Art

Bloganuary prompt for January 27, 2022

Where do you go when you need solitude?

My first thought when I read this prompt was my small study on the second floor. The window over my desk looks at the yard and garage. Trees, sky, seasons. Many poems through the years. I also enjoy early mornings, a chair by a window in the sunroom, and then work by the kitchen window.

Prayer and poetry. Art in different forms.

And solitude in my heart – perhaps a verse memorized. To keep solitude with me, to create some reserves. I have experienced the benefit of this in care settings, as both caregiver and patient. Some reserves of rest and strength in my heart. Simple daily life.

Be still, and know that I am God . . .

From Psalm 46: 10

three haiku

old paintings
words from my parents
still encourage me

beautiful with
and without flowers
vase from my mother

paintings of trees
on old pine walls
quiet music

“paintings of trees” was published in Four Hundred and Two Snails, Haiku Society of America Members’ Anthology 2018, edited by Nicholas M. Sola. You can visit the Haiku Society of America site.

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Bloganuary prompt for January 26, 2022

What is your favorite part about yourself?

Whatever gifts I may have are a gift, by God’s grace. I try to take good care every day. For example, I have an appointment with my eye doctor next month; and I may need new reading glasses. Sometimes I adjust the print on my computer, so I can read more easily.

Karl and I went to Walmart in Sheboygan last week, and I bought a new Bible with larger print. And I am praying the Psalms again, with good light.

Sometimes I reprint poems in larger print, as others may appreciate these posts, or know someone who would be able to read better with the large print.

At our site, Easter And Spring Poetry, this year I am reviewing posts and reprinting some poems in large bold print. I am grateful for the many ways to design posts and sites. So much more to learn!

I have always loved language.

“In the beginning was the Word . . .”  John 1:1

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seasons speak

seasons speak
their own language
cold days here
and yet the light
tree branches
in wind and February
next week . . .
reading poetry
and more light
falls on journals
across the room
to read and reread

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