Day 19

Poems During a Pandemic Poems During a Pandemic has been a limited companion series to Today’s Poems Today. This entry is the last in the series, as all others (beginning with Day 16, written on April 1) have been previously posted. Day 19 Morning rhythm off Facebook cut in early so This is my haiku

Day 49

Today's Poem Today* Photo by Tom Barrett on Unsplash. If there's not such a thing as a two stanza haiku, I don't know what this is. Day 49 False dichotomy: “Living scared”/ live as before There are more options It’s not “living scared” To proceed in this new world Smarter than before ~Susan Fischbach Isaacs … Continue reading Day 49

Day 39 — A & B

Today's Poem Today It's a twofer again, today. I woke up thinking about A, then looked in the mirror and got B. 39A Bad habits must stop Ten o’clock bedtime tonight I said so, that’s why 39B It’s hairmageddon The threat of crafting shears And boxed dye looms near

Caught on the Playground

Photo by Markus Spiske on Unsplash. Caught on the Playground On the monkey bars swinging wildly from  insecurity to irrationality to  insecurity to irrationality; On  the merry-go-round  whipping ‘round and ‘round, Now what? Now what? Now what? Climbing the tall ladder of angst to ride the slide into deep despair; Hopscotching over happiness; Then, tagged … Continue reading Caught on the Playground

The Perfect Shade of Joy

Here's a new, quick, fun poem from an assignment, “to write about discovering something.” Photo from https://psychologenie.com/the-power-of-colors-their-meanings. The Perfect Shade of Joy There is a joy that comes with a new discovery.  Life can be so ordinary and predictable. At a certain age we’ve experienced everything -- or hope we have. We aren’t expecting  well, … Continue reading The Perfect Shade of Joy

Saturday Morning

This week's Revisited is a poem from 1992. My two little boys were playing in a friend's basement with her three boys, and they had all gone upstairs for something. A few seconds later there was the stampede of little feet coming back down. It reminded me of running downstairs to watch cartoons on Saturday mornings when I was a kid.