Hello, everyone! Dawn, Morning, and now Noon are crossed off, so that leaves us looking forward to Evening, Sunset, Dusk, and finally Midnight! If you want a similar Noon-like poem, there is this! Also, I may be switching website hosts soon, if I can figure out Squarespace (because honestly WordPress is kind of a headache).…
As stated in my last post, I'm starting a new series of poems about various times of the day. Now that Sunrise is complete, here is Morning. Next is Noon, Evening, Sunset, Dusk, then Midnight. Previously, I've shared poems written about waking up (or, more correctly, sleeping in) and forgetting a dream, but this sonnet is strictly about the…
As someone who is very excited for fall and the continuing wheel of seasons, I thought a good idea would be to have a new series of poems about various times of the day. If I can, the plan is to have a piece on each of the following times: Sunrise (featured here), Morning, Noon,…
When the Greeks wrote about ambrosia in their myths, they were probably thinking about garlicky hummus and pita. There are many hummus recipes, emphasizing different flavours and textures, so in my opinion, while sweet hummus is not common, it's still valid. This stuff ends up tasting like chocolate chip cookie dough with a peanut-butter flavour,…
Over the last couple weeks, I started a habit of writing one line in a small journal every night. The line is usually something I was thinking about several times during the day, but occasionally it's just a random idea or question that popped into my head while I was trying to think of something…
At my house, at least, we've been blessed with a lot of rain lately. Being inside led me to clean my room, which made me find an old poetry notebook ("old" meaning it's from 2016-2017, so practically ancient). Inside were two poems expressing love for rain, so I thought it would be timely to officially…
While I wanted to bake today, I was feeling rather uninspired and couldn't think of a real bangin' pastry that I wanted to try. Then some perverse hippy thought invaded my mind, and it occurred to me, "Why don't you make something vegan?" Well, why not, indeed. This thought, oddly, settled it for me, and I…
In an effort to avoid over-explaining myself and essentially ruining this poem, I'll briefly describe its history with two short phrases: staying up late; being interrupted. Enjoy. Faceless voice crawls in my ear And paints familiar pictures. Nausea and waiting keeps me quiet With invisible smiles to speak with. The moon slides by like a…
Right now I’d like to highlight a favorite poetess of mine, Christina Rossetti. I dug out her verses from among the poetry shelf in my room, and rediscovered how much I enjoy her topics and talent. Many children are introduced to her classic “Who Has Seen the Wind?” poem, although she’s also famous for “In…
While I may have won some prize money from the HSLDA Poetry Contest last year, I did not win anything this year. So you can bet the winners produced some absolute bangers to shove me out of the competition. 😉 In all seriousness, though, I'm sure the winning entries were fantastic, and I can't wait for them to show…
