tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90652849510233713102024-03-05T05:04:08.231-06:00Methodist Doctrine, Spirit, DisciplineLaura Fellemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12473972360668571164noreply@blogger.comBlogger406125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065284951023371310.post-67587907248748604662021-04-30T20:56:00.000-05:002021-04-30T20:56:09.525-05:00National Poetry Writing Month- Day 30<div style="text-align: left;">lichen on tree trunk</div><div style="text-align: left;">liken to silver dollars</div><div style="text-align: left;">grandfather's nest egg </div>Laura Fellemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12473972360668571164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065284951023371310.post-70341154117999553992021-04-29T19:27:00.000-05:002021-04-29T19:27:43.554-05:00National Poetry Writing Month- Day 29<div style="text-align: left;">pollen season drops </div><div style="text-align: left;">earlier, stronger, longer</div><div style="text-align: left;">Tuck in, Humming Bird</div>Laura Fellemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12473972360668571164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065284951023371310.post-70327953716779212512021-04-28T06:34:00.001-05:002021-04-28T06:34:50.604-05:00National Poetry Writing Month- Day 28<div style="text-align: left;">Too Million Things Due </div><div style="text-align: left;">Bob Ross soothes white over blue</div><div style="text-align: left;">happy little cloud</div>Laura Fellemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12473972360668571164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065284951023371310.post-31515866724060541062021-04-27T20:20:00.005-05:002021-04-27T20:20:47.791-05:00National Poetry Writing Month- Day 27<div style="text-align: left;">week reruns last weeks</div><div style="text-align: left;">Bob Ross soothes green over gray</div><div style="text-align: left;">happy little tree</div>Laura Fellemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12473972360668571164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065284951023371310.post-37982568153108422412021-04-26T07:41:00.002-05:002021-04-26T07:41:45.836-05:00National Poetry Writing Month- Day 26<div style="text-align: left;">wintery mix hits</div><div style="text-align: left;">rain then snow then hail ping car</div><div style="text-align: left;">new normal April </div>Laura Fellemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12473972360668571164noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065284951023371310.post-15423708455844568502021-04-25T18:36:00.001-05:002021-04-25T18:36:14.306-05:00National Poetry Writing Month- Day 25<div style="text-align: left;">children run the streets</div><div style="text-align: left;">hunting alleycats' shadows</div><div style="text-align: left;">their coats uncared for</div>Laura Fellemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12473972360668571164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065284951023371310.post-69773908554160962332021-04-24T08:47:00.002-05:002021-04-24T08:47:34.913-05:00National Poetry Writing Month- Day 24<div style="text-align: left;">He was Grateful Dead tie-dyed</div><div style="text-align: left;">wavy white haired</div><div style="text-align: left;">spouting biodiversity benefits</div><div style="text-align: left;">excluding your lawn care, which turned him</div><div style="text-align: left;">olive fatigues</div><div style="text-align: left;">close-crop top cut</div><div style="text-align: left;">military-grade tape measurer</div>Laura Fellemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12473972360668571164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065284951023371310.post-9580150643180506382021-04-23T20:21:00.000-05:002021-04-23T20:21:29.411-05:00National Poetry Writing Month- Day 23<div style="text-align: left;">Birding as a competition</div><div style="text-align: left;">who didn't buy a new hobby this year</div><div style="text-align: left;">engage in safe at home activities?</div><div style="text-align: left;">2 shots later though, she's ready to shove</div><div style="text-align: left;">off from the nest, grow her life list in the</div><div style="text-align: left;">world beyond her private backyard feeder</div>Laura Fellemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12473972360668571164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065284951023371310.post-83321495909741258142021-04-22T20:36:00.000-05:002021-04-22T20:36:10.702-05:00National Poetry Writing Month- Day 22<p style="text-align: left;"><u>Grandma's Birthday Lunch</u></p><div style="text-align: left;">The day before he decided</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>told his supervisor he was taking the day</div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">Bought a dozen red roses: a statement</div><div style="text-align: left;">she had raised him</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Made the near drive down the highway</div><div style="text-align: left;">a ways</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Flowers riding beside him</div><div style="text-align: left;">simply asserting their presence </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">He surprised her; spent the day with her</div><div style="text-align: left;">she had made it to 88</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Family crossed the threshold in out all day</div><div style="text-align: left;">she had raised them</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">She could have whatever she wanted</div><div style="text-align: left;">for lunch he would cook for her for once</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">She grinned; requested pie</div><div style="text-align: left;">He didn't think it was the dementia confusing</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Celebrating with cherries and roses</div><div style="text-align: left;">a momentous statement</div>Laura Fellemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12473972360668571164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065284951023371310.post-1965330917096290492021-04-21T20:45:00.000-05:002021-04-21T20:45:13.683-05:00National Poetry Writing Month- Day 21<div style="text-align: left;">When we come back together, let's compare isolation notes</div><div style="text-align: left;">What we missed the most outside our walls</div><div style="text-align: left;">What we forgot to pack and needed fiercely</div><div style="text-align: left;">When we reconnect. let's braid each others new hair length</div><div style="text-align: left;">Weave bridges to what was and what prevails</div>Laura Fellemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12473972360668571164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065284951023371310.post-3387851049905039162021-04-20T20:12:00.005-05:002021-04-20T20:13:21.188-05:00National Poetry Writing Month- Day 20<div style="text-align: left;">Two blackbirds gliding to cedar tree, disappearing behind bough </div><div style="text-align: left;">Unsteadily, a branch bobs under the weight of their momentum</div><div style="text-align: left;">I continue my sets of abdominal crunch repetitions</div>Laura Fellemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12473972360668571164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065284951023371310.post-90352774200624128672021-04-19T18:21:00.002-05:002021-04-19T18:25:28.568-05:00National Poetry Writing Month- Day 19<div style="text-align: left;">fumbling for a mask</div><div style="text-align: left;">she is twenty yards from us</div><div style="text-align: left;">her fear knows no bounds</div>Laura Fellemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12473972360668571164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065284951023371310.post-42919822415786410582021-04-18T15:26:00.001-05:002021-04-19T16:32:37.310-05:00National Poetry Writing Month- Day 18<p style="text-align: left;"><u>A Heart For The Appealing</u></p><div style="text-align: left;">Large, exuberant creatures compel humans to care</div><div style="text-align: left;">so said the conservationist</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Tigers and whales and their ilk</div><div style="text-align: left;">exerting power that induces rescuing instincts</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We saviors are not tigers and whales</div><div style="text-align: left;">We do not live among the large and exuberant</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We are neither tigers nor whales. Not elephants nor rhinos</div><div style="text-align: left;">We do not live among the hippos and lions of this world</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We do not conserve the Dodo: large, stupid, disabled</div><div style="text-align: left;">used to settle sailors weary of endless ocean sunsets</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Maybe we could learn to love the large and excessive</div><div style="text-align: left;">as well as the tiny and timid if we had a change of heart</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Then obsolete and disposable could become evokers of our compassion</div><div style="text-align: left;">as they roar down the street, pine-tree shaped air fresheners flapping</div>Laura Fellemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12473972360668571164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065284951023371310.post-7871071927919162562021-04-17T15:29:00.003-05:002021-04-17T15:29:59.181-05:00National Poetry Writing Month- Day 17<p> <u>By the Glow of the Gone-To-Seed Weeds</u></p><div style="text-align: left;">Startled, then shaky laugh when</div><div style="text-align: left;">alien orbs hovering at ground level in</div><div style="text-align: left;">vacant lot's midnight haze revert into </div><div style="text-align: left;">dandelion puffs imitating the full moon</div>Laura Fellemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12473972360668571164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065284951023371310.post-32016449565147934002021-04-16T20:10:00.000-05:002021-04-16T20:10:01.047-05:00National Poetry Writing Month- Day 16<p><u>Humus</u></p><div style="text-align: left;">Pleased with the gardening of others</div><div style="text-align: left;">evidence of those who rented before</div><div style="text-align: left;">burying bulbs</div><div style="text-align: left;">planting perennials</div><div style="text-align: left;">tulips, daffodils, ferns, trillium</div><div style="text-align: left;">I could rake around them</div><div style="text-align: left;">pile leaves for curbside removal</div><div style="text-align: left;">I won't because</div><div style="text-align: left;">I prefer to grow soil</div>Laura Fellemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12473972360668571164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065284951023371310.post-2799857557519703242021-04-15T19:47:00.001-05:002021-04-15T19:47:41.216-05:00National Poetry Writing Month- Day 15<p><u>Sleeping In </u></p><div style="text-align: left;">You are warm like snowball cookies</div><div style="text-align: left;">left on the counter to cool</div><div style="text-align: left;">unlike fresh from the over hot</div><div style="text-align: left;">you won't cause powdered sugar to melt</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">instead of an indistinct glaze</div><div style="text-align: left;">the powder retains its shape</div><div style="text-align: left;">most of it sticking to cookies</div><div style="text-align: left;">some dusting off surfaces</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I am the powdered sugar</div><div style="text-align: left;">aligning my body towards warmth</div><div style="text-align: left;">shifting closer gently with a light pressure</div><div style="text-align: left;">drifting off to your side</div>Laura Fellemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12473972360668571164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065284951023371310.post-5108543585795688262021-04-14T07:24:00.003-05:002021-04-14T07:24:38.843-05:00National Poetry Writing Month- Day 14<div style="text-align: left;">attending to Now</div><div style="text-align: left;">focus radiates through chest</div><div style="text-align: left;">shoulders ease off ears</div>Laura Fellemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12473972360668571164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065284951023371310.post-69156129494591539252021-04-13T07:11:00.003-05:002021-04-13T07:11:39.761-05:00National Poetry Writing Month- Day 13<div style="text-align: left;">boiler vibrating</div><div style="text-align: left;">sounds like something could explode</div><div style="text-align: left;">neighbor's chimes clamor</div>Laura Fellemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12473972360668571164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065284951023371310.post-45548139094154114722021-04-12T12:26:00.004-05:002021-04-12T12:26:37.205-05:00National Poetry Writing Month- Day 12<div style="text-align: left;">racing mind downshifts</div><div style="text-align: left;">loving-kindness settles in</div><div style="text-align: left;">calm proliferates</div>Laura Fellemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12473972360668571164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065284951023371310.post-9463458572337897082021-04-11T11:30:00.000-05:002021-04-11T11:30:25.290-05:00National Poetry Writing Month- Day 11<div style="text-align: left;">Pollen rained off car</div><div style="text-align: left;">Tree tips sprout tiny pom-poms</div><div style="text-align: left;">Western drought worsens</div>Laura Fellemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12473972360668571164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065284951023371310.post-37236670241661012012021-04-10T09:34:00.000-05:002021-04-10T09:34:03.129-05:00National Poetry Writing Month- Day 10<div style="text-align: left;">noon siren test blares</div><div style="text-align: left;">warmer weather grows more cells</div><div style="text-align: left;">neighbor plants pansies </div>Laura Fellemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12473972360668571164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065284951023371310.post-19908231010406831312021-04-09T17:55:00.000-05:002021-04-09T17:55:07.332-05:00National Poetry Writing Month- Day 9<div style="text-align: left;">shedding winter coats</div><div style="text-align: left;">deer streak past neighborhood homes</div><div style="text-align: left;">i layer lightly</div>Laura Fellemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12473972360668571164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065284951023371310.post-43060854201539517892021-04-08T06:30:00.005-05:002021-04-08T06:30:00.190-05:00National Poetry Writing Month- Day 8<div style="text-align: left;">gravesite depression</div><div style="text-align: left;">mossy headstone sinks sideways</div><div style="text-align: left;">lawn like putting green</div>Laura Fellemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12473972360668571164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065284951023371310.post-82548711864221599802021-04-07T06:55:00.000-05:002021-04-07T06:55:09.973-05:00National Poetry Writing Month- Day 7<div style="text-align: left;">priest tending garden</div><div style="text-align: left;">lackadaisical spading</div><div style="text-align: left;">church will soon shutter</div>Laura Fellemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12473972360668571164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065284951023371310.post-29121852415676393432021-04-06T06:58:00.003-05:002021-04-06T06:58:53.482-05:00National Poetry Writing Month- Day 6<div style="text-align: left;">black and white backhoe</div><div style="text-align: left;">carrying house to dumpster</div><div style="text-align: left;">abandoned no more </div>Laura Fellemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12473972360668571164noreply@blogger.com0