Guest Post: Poet Hannah Six

A Slice of Lime (Day 372)

Simple afternoon  blistering in lavender shadows
book on the table  eyes drifting closed as you doze
Your dreams flicker like bubbles rising in a glass
and I cling to the side  a slice of lime my life preserver
It seems the ice melts more quickly as summers fly
past those other people we used to be  though
the woman who sells tomales from door to door in
my neighborhood will tell you  it wasn’t always this way
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

I picked this poem of Hannah’s to share in part because of the picture she used (it’s one of her own). It reminded me of summer and warm temperatures–something I would love to have now. Winter is dragging on; I’m done with cold and dreary.

If you want to read more of Hannah’s poetry (including Haiku), stop by her site here.

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A Father’s Day Post

I’m going to take a break from books and writing to give a shout-out to all the dads out there. Happy Father’s Day! I hope you have all enjoyed your day!

Unfortunately, I didn’t get to spend my day with my dad. We live in different states, but at least I got to meet-up with him and my mom yesterday for lunch. I guess, technically, we celebrated a day early!

I hope that most of us can relate tales of how our fathers have helped us or the things they’ve done for us. I’m happy to say that I can.

I’m very lucky in that my father and I get along well and share a lot of the same traits. Growing up, he held a stressful job and worked all kinds of crazy hours. Once he retired, we had a chance to grow much closer. He’s the purveyor of wisdom and advice on all things car- and home-related. He’s the teacher, and the one to tell it as it is—no sugar coating for dad!

While I could drone on and on, I’ll end with a verse from “Only Dad,” a poem by Edgar Albert Guest. You can find the entire piece here.

Only a dad, but he gives his all
To smooth the way for his children small,
Doing, with courage stern and grim,
The deeds that his father did for him.
This is the line that for him I pen,
Only a dad, but the best of men.

Thank you, dad, for all you’ve done. I look forward to many more years with you!

2015-06-21 13.55.36 A throw-back picture from my high school graduation.

Poem by John Masefield

I took the below photo while on a recent trip to St. Michaels, Maryland. I wanted to share more than just the pic so I looked for a relevant poem. I hope you enjoy the boat and Sea Fever!Sea_Ray
Sea Fever
by
John Masefield
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
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I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
 *
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
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Poem found here: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/242552