Link love & compassion to your life
When there is despair
slipping, like a sock under
a heel, farther and farther
down until a lump line
presses into my foot,
perspective by my directive,
lifts pain out.
Success with no regrets
for not allowing
those turmoils to self level.
No more cowering in corners
and showering my face with tears.
My socks that slip,
make good dust cloths.
January 2021
M. Flannery
There is a ripple floating free, far away from where it wants to be around smooth attitude stones strewn about your path by efforts sprung from being in a hurry. There could be another way of arranging the day, the dress, the rest of all the stuff you needed to be there, but you are slow, tidy and precise. The wind begins to move closer to your smile, paper cup, and deli oatmeal bar dripping with your special mustard mix of applesauce and cinnamon. It could have been yesterday or this afternoon. It could have been now or flying away in a balloon, as your measured and ruffled thoughts jumble resolutions. The next light signals you to move forward again with your brisk and brave, determination for gladness. The sidewalk celebrates you. ~~~~~~ MFlannery January 2021
Selecting a free theme on Worldpress.com can be an interesting process. There’s an editor thing some of the themes require in order to work; and a logo link that brings you to the Fiverr website that will build you a logo that you can buy. The Fiverr website is fun, but I didn’t go far enough to learn what the fun would cost if I chose to buy a logo. I chose a free theme that looks nothing like what is actually showing up here. By far, it is thee best glitch I have experienced on WordPress because I love the simple design.
I am currently working on a poem. Since I began editing poems, no more first draft with tweeking, finishing a poem can take days, and now I learn, weeks.
This poetry blog is back on public setting after a horrible experience with adult ads. If it happens again, then I will move this blog to another website.
A theme that I want is one where I can share information about poetry. Instead of my poems only, have more content about poetry. On the average, this blog gets very low traffic. I’m all right with that. After over 8 years, I’m use to the quiet. There’s a lot of other blogs in the same traffic level category. Why some of them reach stardom, I have no idea. No advice on how to build an audience from me. I cannot see myself as a poet that recites in person, my own poems. I feel that I am also not alone with that. I believe there are a lot of poets that feel that same way. A poetry podcast, however, is on my mind. I have a small tape reorder I bought years ago to help me with course homework. I can practice using that, my phone or laptop. A big set up isn’t necessary for a small podcast. Adding an audio feature to my blog has been a thought for years.
Next post will be the poem I’m working on.
I am glad for the rain.
The watery damp
matches my sorrow heart,
provides me company,
and adds belonging
to the seasoning of life.
If only my woes fit
on a raindrop.
Precipitation reads me,
similar in our story
of how we flow—
Downpours obscure
the strongest tears.
Summer sprinkles,
make a wet face sparkle.
A blustery November wind
can freeze heartache
better than time will tell.
I am glad for the rain.
M.Flannery
October 2020~~~~~
Rain is the soulful blues of weather, changing lyrics with every storm that passes over. I like rain, in moderation, no flooding or harm done rain. Downpour, sprinkle, drizzle, rainfalls have personalities that can wake up creativity, bring it out of the blues, and, inspire us, if we pay attention.
a gathering of colors
in textured embraces
of alder, maple, and beech.
leaves aplenty falling and flying
are out of reach.
Soup and socks fill my thoughts
as rain drizzles and directs
branches heavier with apples
to bounce with a kindly wind.
M. Flannery
October 2020
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I hope you have the chance to get out and about to see the autumn colors. Stay well and safe
