A Stormy Winter Night
the night was dark and no moon was in view
bare trees were soon filled with winter rage
all-consuming storm clouds inflamed my fears
and a lonely crow became my sage
MTB: Toddaid
A place for poems and pics
A Stormy Winter Night
the night was dark and no moon was in view
bare trees were soon filled with winter rage
all-consuming storm clouds inflamed my fears
and a lonely crow became my sage
MTB: Toddaid
Tell Us
Tell us your stories
so that, in the telling, we
may begin to understand
the beauty of your lives
Sing us your songs
so that, in the singing, we
may begin to hear the
beating of your hearts
Read us your poems
so that, in the reading, we
may begin to glimpse the
tenderness of your souls
Show us your art
so that, in the seeing, we
may begin to know the
wonders of your minds
Meet the Bar by writing from a collective point of view
Five ways to Cross a Lake
1 sit on the edge of the old wooden dock
with your toes dangling in the water
until you feel nothing
but the ancient ice that
is slowly melting
2 let your eye find the red
eye of a loon as it glides past
as if pulled by a string –
hidden feet walking under
the choppy surface
3 cast your heart out as far as
its tether allows and watch it sink
below the surface. Hold your breath
until it bobs back to the surface,
then slowly reel it in
4 put your thoughts on a leaf and let
them float away to become yellow hills
on the pebbled beach of your mind-
each one smoothed by the careless
touch of the waves
5 catch the wind as it pushes the water
to another time and place and then meet
it on the way back. Write it into a poem
that soars above the clouds and
touches down on some distant shore
MTB: Writing The Five Directions