What a Writer Needs

sol#SOL17 Day 19


All good writing begins with terrible first efforts. You need to start somewhere. ~Anne Lamott



What a Writer Needs
(is) Room to Write
(so make a) Small Change
(by looking through) A Different Mirror
(then) Escaping Into the Open
(riding the) Western Wind
(and) Crafting a Life
(that will make) Lasting Impressions

This book binding poem was inspired by another slicer.  I have read so many posts this weekend I forget which one I “borrowed” this idea from.  Thank you, whoever you are!






Good Morning

sol#SOL17  Day 18


However long the night, the dawn will break. ~African Proverb

Dawn is breaking.

The sun’s rays

gently awakening

the tree tops,

spreading slowly –

from top to bottom

until the entire tree

is bathed in yellow

ready to say,

“Good Morning.”


My Notebook

sol#SOL 17 Day 17

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. ~ William Wordsworth

My notebook is coming apart at the seams.
A little like me it seems.

It has hardly been written in or read,
But its demise has me seeing red.

When I bought it, it looked really great,
but now on my nerves it does grate.

It’s not like it’s just a small piece
If it were then I could have peace.

I don’t want to leave it bare,
but this rip is more than I can bear.

To abandon it doesn’t seem right,
Within it will I be able to write?

Oh, I’ll keep it and stop my whine
As I pour myself a nice glass of wine.





Waiting for Inspiration

sol#SOL17  Day 16

The quieter you become, the more you can hear. ~Ram Dass

I choose to sit in the silence

away from the idle talk – meaningless.

In the silence, I am alone with my thoughts,

Alone yet not,

Thinking yet not,

Waiting for vision, clarity,

a knowing of what to do,

where to go –

waiting for inspiration.

Snow Day Sounds


sol#SOL17 Day 14

A snow day literally and figuratively falls from the sky, unbidden, and seems like a thing of wonder. ~ Susan Orlean

Hear the wind whipping
The sleet slamming against the bedroom window
Snowstorms should be quiet

As day breaks there is silence
Just snow falling, no alarm clocks ringing,
No whispers of showers, no hustle, no bustle

Soon the voices of newscasters fill the air
Reporting from near and far
The heater clicks on and off with greater frequency

Later the sounds of shovels scraping the blacktop
Combine with humming snow blowers and car motors
Reverberating through the neighborhood

The house begins to crackle and creak
As the sun makes a short appearance
Crunching boots resound through the frozen precipitation

Spoons stirring in cups of hot cocoa
Sputtering popcorn jumps into the bowl
It’s good to be home on a day like today


Walker Woes


One step at a time is good walking. ~Proverbs

I am getting better with my walking friend.

I stand up straight, I do not bend.

I make my way between tables and chairs.

A walker awaits at both end of the stairs.

I am getting over my walker woes.

But stay out of my way or watch your toes!



Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.  ~Langston Hughes


It began as a gentle shower,
barely needing an umbrella for cover.
It steadily grew stronger and stronger
until torrential sheets were sweeping
across the roof.

Safe inside
I don’t mind the rain.
Its song is rhythmic,
Soothing and cleansing.

I close my eyes and
let the rain’s song wash over me
as I begin to let go

Of worries that creep to mind,
Of ailments that plague me,
Of things I cannot control.

As the rain nourishes
the parched ground
I allow it to expunge my worries
and nurture my soul.