Showing posts with label List Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label List Poem. Show all posts

Thursday, July 23, 2026

Call It What It Is ~ "A Potpourri"

 Time for Poetics in the Pub ~ Kim is our host and shares Rupert Brooke's poem "The Great Lover" 

Our challenge: create a "list poem" of times and things we've loved in our lives, that are precious. Poems must begin with 'these I have loved' and end with 'all these have been my loves'




these i have loved ~ 

The presence and energy of my precious children and grandchildren ~ of my  extended family  
 

Rimsky-Korsakov's 'Flight of the Bumlebee' ~
how it challenged that flautist ~ twelve-year old me 


'I Will Survive' ~ how karaoke and laughter got me through a few of the hard times 


Train from London to Wimbledon, off-season ~
a groundsman allowed me to walk onto Centre Court 
~ managed with a wee bit of flattery and flirting
 

Concerts ~ Pavaroti, Springsteen, Brandi, Eagles, Stones, Garth, Tina, Keith, Jackson, Prince, Carrie Rod, Frampton, Neil, Jackson ~ and on and and on 


Sunrise in Sedona, sunset in Cairns 
Gaudi in Barcelona, caprese & wine in Tuscany
 

Boarding a train, ship, hot air balloon, plane ~ landing in a foreign country ~ never knowing what lay ahead


Thunderstorms, the bigger the better ~ the aftermath splashing in puddles ~ freshness of the air


More than a few good men


Playing tennis from dusk to dawn ~ sunning topless on Seven Mile Beach in Negril ~ what a feeling


How Abba's "The Winner Takes It All" always made me feel invincible


All these have been my loves!





Friday, January 9, 2026

The A B C's of Aging

Time for Meeting the Bar in the dVerse Poets Pub Laura is hosting and challenges us to write an acrostic poem of twenty-six lines, each line beginning with a letter of the alphabet [ in sequential order ] 


Tuscany ~ 2016


Aging teaches us to listen longer / before we speak
Breath becomes a companion / never taken for granted
Creativity no longer proves anything / it simply "is"
Deep introspection feels less like digging / more like remembering
Energy is precious / we learn where it belongs
Forgiveness arrives quietly / on gossamer wings
Generosity widens / not with things but with patience
Humility replaces urgency / we no longer rush the truth
Inner voices soften / we simply stop engaging with them
Judgement loosens its grip / beginning with each individual
Kindness becomes instinct / instead of effort
Loss teaches how fiercely we have loved / have been loved
Meditation opens up space / where angst once lived
Nothing needs to be proven at this altitude / on this journey
Observation deepens / we notice what would have slipped past
Presence becomes the greatest gift we can offer
Quiet moments carry more wisdom than loud opinions
Rest is no longer earned / it is honored
Spirituality stretches beyond belief / becomes lived experience
Time feels less like a threat / more like a teacher
Unlearning becomes as important as learning
Vulnerability reads as strength / not exposure
Wisdom gathers as long as we remain curious
X marks the crossover from striving to arriving
Yielding reinforces grace / it lies within each of us   
Zen arrives not as perfect peace / but as peace allowed