Old Green Sheep Shed

This was written for dVerse where we are to use “shed,” in whatever definition you choose, in a poem.

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Mary Oliver (1935-2019)

Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

—Mary Oliver

 

Last week I decided I needed to try to ground myself because everything felt like it was spinning out of my control. (Silly human.) So I went searching for poems by my favorite poet, Mary Oliver. Continue reading

The Continuity of Life #amwriting

Thank you to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers.

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The Continuity of Life

When I was a child, those narrow planks of wood, steps to the summer cabin, signified the ending of the day. Each evening I begged for more time. The irony doesn’t escape me now. Continue reading

Finding Poetry, a haibun #dVerse

Written for Monday night’s haibun at dVerse.

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Finding Poetry

Regarding poetry writing, I am a late bloomer. Fiction ruled my heart and mind although I loved words and rhythm and sound. Poetry was like a mystical voice, too enigmatic to undertake until I found poetry by Neruda, Mary Oliver, and Jane Kenyon, such different voices whispering to me, yet each echoing a love of words. Beautiful, hungry words. Continue reading

Review of The Naturalist’s Notebook

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The Naturalist’s Notebook: An Observation Guide and 5-Year Calendar-Journal for Tracking Changes in the Natural World around You

Nathaniel T. Wheelwright and Bernd Heinrich

Storey Publishing

October 19, 2017

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Joyful Fugue #amwriting

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This is my first time writing to a dVerse–Poets Pub Prompt. If you wish to take part, you’ll find the information HERE.

 

Joyful Fugue

Chiles, eggplant, tomatoes

crave soil, capricious temperatures

stay my impulse to plant.

Soon, I think, soon.

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M is for Melancholy #AtoZchallenge #amwriting

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It’s a roach appearing unexpectedly in scant light. It came out of nowhere and suddenly it’s there and you’re worried it could be an invasion.

Maybe this is a remnant of your dream in which you allowed yourself to feel insignificant.

You’re in the sunshine now. Here: laughter, birds, a squirrel flopped on a branch, a woodpecker rattling against an oak, and a breeze that stirs new leaves, soft, genuine, life affirming.

You can release melancholy.

You can merge with the sun rays, become one with brightness, feel the living, the butterfly gliding, flapping its velvet wings.

How can all of this, and you, be insignificant?

 

end 4/15/2017

S. Darlington

Nothing Is Ordinary

Mother Nature flicks her wand

Rain pours down

But in her wisdom

Today is not ordinary

(but then no day is)

For in moments there is wind

And a shift to sun

And bulbous clouds scudding

And mercurially she tosses out a rainbow

She’s playing

I admire her capriciousness

Her challenge

And the cardinals chirp

And the squirrel’s nose flaunts a millet gem

And the wind chimes sing with the breeze

Maybe I curled too long in a bruised body

Engrossed in pain, believing

an extraordinary event provides profound answers

I missed the cherry blossoms unfurl

The arrival of the cowbird as true a call of spring

But now I understand there are answers always

And questions, more to unravel

And the answer is neither inward nor outward

But all around, in the ordinary and extraordinary

Except I would attest, nothing is truly ordinary

once we privilge ourselves to see

 

end 3/24/2017

S. Darlington