Final Photograph #aprpad 5

#aprpad 5 Prompt: Write of something stolen

John's 80th
Easter Sunday 2015

~ Final Photograph ~

I didn’t take a photograph

(that may have offended some)

but I have that  picture  so sharply

graven on my mind I do not need one

You are imprinted in my heart

along with memories of your touch

but that coffin image means so much

as you lay freshly cleaned - and waiting 

I have your ashes atop Pop’s book case 

(and a few inside my pocket - a small sachet)

but the photo of you resting there, sleeves rolled

back ready for refinement for your next assignment 

…

I have boxes full of prints and photos

I’m surrounded by the artifacts you made

All remind me daily of your absent presence 

Yet one vivid image provides loves closure for

My Fond Farewell

JoMae

3/30/19

4/5/35

John’s birthday today (and I have the yellowed telegram to prove it) So here is another unpolished piece to commemorate the day.  Enjoy.

Their Dad #aprpad 4

John's Tree

~ Their Dad ~

Not a famous painter, but he loved

to capture action in a hasty sketch to

catch the baby dumping his spaghetti

save a vacation moment or draw a silly

birthday card

He’d sketch next year’s garden

lay out  a new kitchen cabinet

explain old dreams on napkins

design a lovely Christmas tree

or simply think in illustrations

on the back of an envelope

Scraps of paper now a treasured

Legacy of Love

JoMae

4/4//19

#aprpad 4 Today’s prompt, pick a painter, make him or her the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.

Animal Poem #aprpad 3

Today's poem-a-day prompt: Write and animal poem ~

Cookie Artist: Jean Spoelhof

~ Animal Poem ~

I’m hard pressed to come up with an animal poem

no pets but the bunnies and squirrels in the yard

lost kittens - who scamper to play in the garden

while robins hop hoping for worms in the lawn

but springtime is here and artists are busy

with cookies so dear, too lovely to nibble

chickens and lambs - all over the plate

bunnies galore might pop in the door

beautiful bunnies that I most adore

Prized art work by Jean the

Gingerbread Lady who’s

exquisite sweets iced

in delicate designs

are treasured

creations

one of a

kind

JoMae

4/3/19
#aprpad 3 - A small tribute to my favorite cookie artist ~

Prompt: write an animal poem - 

Cookie Artist: Jean Speolhof

Silence

A Blue Cocoon

~ Silence ~

The worst case scenario had happened: 

her world seems deaf, his voice now mute

the silent void a thick foam block encasing

a cold suffocating absence -- his presence

No whistling drifting from his workshop now

gone was the sound of footsteps in the door

garden tools dropped to the floor and more

a death she first deemed unable to endure

until one day, out of the silence rose a thought

sparked by a comment she had heard or read

her nature was to savor it to further ponder

she made a note and then another line until

her old familiar joy of writing took a hold. Tiny

bursts of words at first - her heart became ajar

lighting frail new blossoms rooted in old soil 

nurtured by the gift of quiet, time and place

~ Silence ~

The best case scenario had happened

for in her loss she found her voice

harsh gray silence softened to a

blue cocoon filled with words

JoMae

4/2/19

An April Poem-A-Day challenge #aprpad
The day's prompt: Write a worst case and/or best case poem

Winter Mornings #aprpad 1

April Snow

Winter Mornings

Coffee in my most comfortable chair

swimming in the wake up brew

treading an ocean of words

reading, thinking, writing 

until I look up and see

it’s mid afternoon

JoMae

4/1/19

Another April. Another Poem A Day Challenge. 

Today’s challenge: Write a morning poem

Born Again

~ BORN ~

Another March I wrote a poem

of life and death and sparks anew

confirming what has long been known

of blossoms sleeping in the ashes

waiting to quicken

eager to live

to bloom

~ AGAIN ~

JoMae

3/30/19

Spring Moon

This is how last night's amazing moon popped through my living room window as I glanced up from my kindle! It's been fun to see all the glorious moon posts today.

JoMae

3/21/19

Remembering

~ REMEMBERING ~

I brush my cheek along the soft blossom of your prize geranium

the vibrant red that winters well and blooms again each year

wishing to conjure up your gentle touch upon my skin

~ its delicate bloom a fragile echo of our love ~

~JOHN~

JoMae

3/24/19

Broken

~ BROKEN ~

People speak of weeping

People speak of hurting

I am not prone to tears

I can’t tell you there is pain

yet

I know I have been broken

and must take the time to 

MEND

JoMae

3/25/19

Finding My Voice

Finding My Voice
Artist: NancySpoelhof.com 

~~ VOICE ~~

I used love doing book talks

and reading poetry to children

my voice was active all the day

at home, by phone and on the go

echoing every ebb and flow of life

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Today, on my own,

I barely speak at all

my vocal  chords gone

dormant crackled, unused

I’ve counted many blessings

discovered in the ashes of a loss

silent hours to ponder and to write

time to share my voice upon a page

Last night I saw another. Alone in the quiet

with no one here to waken, I read my poems

aloud and let them speak to me again of hope

~an exercise of voice that brought sweet solace~

JoMae

3/9/19

http://www.nancyspoelhof.com/