The kids’ voices crack with anger and pain –
fathers who left them, mothers who yell,
fathers who love some other, other than this child –
in the constantly failing pursuit of happiness setting each child adrift.
Mothers who seem to be here but in truth leave every evening,
visiting a bottle of booze or a willing man.
The kids’ voi…read more
The 13th Regiment of New Hampshire and the War of the Rebellion
The 13th Regiment of New Hampshire and the War of the Rebellion
Mustered-in September Twenty, in Eighteen-Sixty-Two.
The army issued clothes and gear; trousers of sky blue.
Tin plates and forks and knives and spoons were cheap as they could be,
Springfield rifle and bayonet, the only gun for me.
The commander received orders; we were Virginia…read more
The Woeful Choice
A friend lost her cousin a few years ago. Here is the story of his death.
The Woeful Choice
Into his life an illness came, a swift and harmful breakdown.
The doctor said the Youth would not live, muttering through a frown.
The Youth’s will to live was greater than any ending foreseen.
As his heart was on the brink, Death expecting his life to g…read more
A Family History Ode
To those that came before me
I cannot ponder your despair
Drove from your homes by indifference
To a far away shore to repair
The longing in your hearts
A desire to be completely free
Sailing halfway around the world
Seems amazing to me
You arrived before this land was a country
It was nothing like your native land
Green hills replaced by…read more
Very nice missive to those who came before. Mayflower or Roanoke? I am curious about what is not said as the assumption isthat you and your forebears know all that. Your reader does not though. Also perhaps add some adjectives, sight, sound, texture, weather…
Would you like to try some poetry challenges together so we can get our skills polished up?
There were varied arrivals. Some came on the Mayflower, others came earlier. Photo is of my most famous ancestor. Earliest family members came to North America in 1603 and settled inland in what is now modern day Montreal. Eventually they moved south and east into Vermont and New Hampshire and eventually Maine. That’s just on my paternal side.…read more
You and I are related then. We go back to the Mayflower, tooAnd Vermont, New Hampshire… on Mom’s side.
I am using the Civil War experience of one o our ancestors as the basis for my novel. I have a poem about his unit and will post for fun.
My father’s side – British and German and cousins in Montreal.
The Poet's Voice
The Poet’s Voice
The poet’s voice displays her soul through well-chosen words.
She can beat you with her anger and lash out with her pain.
Like a thistle, she can wound you with her barbs,
jab you unsuspecting as you weed your garden.
Where thorns on a rose contrast with silken petals:
blood red, the image and scent of roses leap into her min…read more
This poem is incredible. It is awash in rich and raw imagery. It is a wonderful example of writing that posits both many questions and answers for this reader. As a poet we yield the uncanny power of holding our readers at bay with the power and flux of our words. We wrangle our own thoughts into words and images and place them upon the…read more
You are very kind, Roger. I wrote this a few years ago and have had a major physical and mental struggle with MS since then. For a time, I lost so much vocabulary that I was unable to write anything but doggerel. But suddenly my brain is returning!! I am overjoyed and writing every day. WOrking on a novel with some poetry interspersed among the…read more
I understand that struggle all too well. For the past 7 years I’ve been battling Rheumatoid Arthritis. I know the kind of struggle you speak off. On the days I take my methotrexate it feels like the whole day passes by without me being cognizant of it. It actually has its own phrase called Chemo Fog. I have had some pretty intense writers block…read more
House of Mercy
Your poem made me think of the beach sand and here is my take on that.
House of Mercy
Tears beg to flow
I deny them egress—
the sweet-and-salty hors d’oeuvres will not satisfy.
I will wait just a moment or two,
inhale deeply, seeking grace.
The sinuous surge of emotions will pass
as small particles of water,
circling within wave forms
ride ato…read more
When I first saw you
Your height & weight amazed me
When I learned that you had family members & friends all over the area
It was hard to keep my attention on the road
The thought of pulling over and observing came over me
There’s something about them that puts me at peace
What little stress I had has ceased
This wonder I feel gives me great…read more
Gerald, you make me want to see windmills in person. The structures of a windmill that spin around in the wind to provide energy to nearby areas always amazes me. I always knew they were amazing, but now that you worded it like this I want to see one. I want to feel that feeling of peace and joy just by looking at it. This is incredibly relatable…read more
Good. I’m glad Kayjah! You’ll love them when you get a chance to see one or a lot of them. You’ll get that feeling of peace and joy seeing them. It’s something about seeing them and feeling their energy that relaxes your mind and body. There are a lot of Windmills here in Texas near Corpus Christi. It’s an army of them in that area! I hope you get…read more
I enjoyed reading your poem. It ignited an old memory I have of days gone by when I was somewhat of a world traveler. In Denmark there is an entire fleet of windmills off of the coastline that generates a great majority of the power used by the entire country. Sometimes the winds there are so powerful that they even damage the windmills.…read more
I’m glad you enjoyed the poem. That’s a cool memory you wrote about! You was in Denmark? I so envy you (in a positive way lol). Those windmills sound powerful and I totally believe you that it’s a beautiful site. I would love to visit Denmark (and all of Europe really) someday. Traveling out of the U.S has been a dream of mine for years…read more
I am lucky to have been able to do what traveling I did. I also nearly moved to Germany for a job but it was right as my Mother first started getting sick. I turned down an offer to work for Daimler Benz because there wouldn’t have been anyone to care for my Mom otherwise.
I have extended family that still live in Ireland and I visited there the…read more
You were for sure. I totally understand you turning down that job in Germany to look after your mom. That’s awesome that you have family in Ireland. I bet Ireland is a beautiful country. I appreciate that info on trips to
Ireland. That’s great you were able to make friendships with people across Europe. I was able to make a friend that lives in…read more
That section I call karma which is part of the circle of life
Had I’d known that I definitely would’ve thought twice
Walking away to not say things you don’t meant out of anger is best
When you reap what you sow it’s the infinite test
As a child learning the 10 commandments is just 1 that does it for me
Honor thy mother and father and everything…read more
Hi, I thought your poem was beautiful and I truly enjoyed reading it. I thought your word choice was perfect and everything fit so well together. Most importantly I loved the message of your poem. It really made me think about how important our actions truly are and how almost everything we do will somehow impact another person. It also reminded…read more
I see your reflection well
I know fondly your pain
A face that shows the mileage
Of a life you fear is in vain
All that you’ve ever dared to love
Ripped coldly from your hand
Yet defiant you stare at the hourglass
Challenging even the falling of the sand
Amidst that darkness
That feels like eternity
You know the cause
Not a question the…read more
The Bartender is Beautiful
The Bartender is Beautiful
When she told me how she cried when her kids ate her ice cream
I realized how beautiful she was.
The sadness that spoke from her eyes
When she spoke of her missed bowl of ice cream it made me realize how much she loves
And doesn’t get loved
She works day in and day out to give her kids the world and at the end of the…read more
This is an absolutely beautiful poem. It paints a picture in my mind as I read the words. While it has sadness as it’s undertone you focused on beauty and connected with this reader on a very deep level. The connotation between love and the bowl of ice cream is a powerful imagery tool. Best yet is it allows a visual tool to connect us to…read more
Wow. Thank you so much Roger. That means a lot to me. I really enjoyed writing this poem. I am overjoyed that you enjoyed reading it. I think it is sometimes strangers that can make us think differently about aspects of life. Kind of like seeing something familiar in a new light. Thank you again. I truly appreciate it. Thank you for your feedback
You’re quite welcome! I’m a pretty advid poet behind the scenes. I applaud you for writing poetry because sometimes it can be very difficult to convey what you want to say. From rhyming to stanza structure it is a challenge to do all of this in a way that a reader connects to. You’ve done that beautifully here.
This poem is incredible. You can really tell from this point of view how in touch the person is with the bartender. The person feels her pain and wants to give her joy. The mother is hard working and just needed a break to enjoy her Ice cream but with her overload of children its hard to take a break from that. Many people can relate to this poem…read more
I am so happy you said that people with children could relate to the poem. I don’t have children so I was worried that it would come across as oversimplification of what it must feel like to have children. I am glad you felt connection with the characters so to speak. That was what I was really trying to convey. That a simple moment can hold…read more
⚠️ This letter has been reported
This is an incredible poem, Sarita! It makes you want the best for the bartender and her kids. I love the world you created in your poem. The dedication the mom has to make sure her kids are okay is amazing. I hope she eats as much ice cream as she can to give her heart joy! Thank you for sharing this powerful poem.
She needs to alter her approach and maybe even get help planning a new way to communicate and heal her relationships with them.
Healing the Damage
I greet your anger with peace.
I greet your envy with love.
I greet your guilt with hope.
I center myself in the beauty of spirit.
Your arrows bend around me, they dissipate.
I lay down my ego,…read more
It is tattooed on my soul,
Upon hearing it, I knew only
That word could stop my in my tracks.
Make me rethink my plans, my motives.
The soft sound coming from the lips of only people I loved, letting me know that I had a
purpose in life
To be good and love as strongly as the voices who used this…read more
aww so beautiful. Isn’t amazing how powerful someone’s words can be when they say the right thing at the right time. Thank you for sharing this poem. And of course you have purpose in life!! there is so much purpose in just your story and your voice along. Keep being you. Keep doing you! And smile along the way :). xoxo
You brought me to the depth of your soul, Mija! You painted a picture so clear, I was there. I could hear the word Mija and feel your emotions. I enjoy pieces that truely convey the artist emotion, pieces that transport you within your own home. Thank you dear friend! I look forward to more of Sarah pieces.
Words are tremendously a powerful thing and i am glad the word Mija brings you happiness. Not many people know how much power a word or some words have on people and how it can affect them in a good way or a bad way. The way you express the word Mija makes me hear how they said it to you and how that word gave you comfort; how it gave you a home.…read more
Delightful! I hope you hold mija in your heart every day. Hearing the echo in your mind is as good as a hug from your dearest who is now absent from your daily life. Yes, you are beloved, it says. You are the light of someone’s life, and you and she are both aglow with love. Love shared only grows.