Today, a random thought crossed my mind: What if Lyla helped me write a poem? She's my talkative, hilarious three and a half year old. The other day I posted Just For Kicks And Giggles, full of funny quotes from my silly gal. She never ceases to crack me up, unless of course she's throwing… Continue reading Poem Collaboration With My Daughter; Nurturing Creativity
Help! Someone stole my blog post ideas! Oh, wait. That was me. If you're saying, "What is this crazy lady talking about?" then I'll admit that I'm saying that too. Here, let me try to explain... Lately, I've been writing poetry, so much so, that I created a new blog. It's called Evening Poetry, "sharing words… Continue reading Identity Theft
The poetry zeal has overtaken me, and I feel the need to separate it from Your Mercies New. Please head over to Evening Poetry, where I'll be "Sharing words when the sun sets." I may be a mom by day, but I seem to be turning into a poet by night! I'd love to have… Continue reading I Just Created a Poetry Blog- BOOM!
feverish body groans under gravity's pull no more dallying- sudden flash of blinding light meteor impacts the earth by Holly Fister For Colleen's Poetry Challenge
Yesterday I wrote a poem called "Christmas After Death" that reflected the way I felt about holidays after my dad died in 2009. It was hard to relate to other people or enjoy special occasions since he wasn't there. I decided to write the poem because, although time soothed the wound in my heart, I… Continue reading Wings Of The Dawn: A Poem About Hope
"WINTER GUARDIAN" A FROSTY NECKLACE OF ICICLES A SNOWY CROWN UPON ITS HEAD SPARKLING SPLENDOR FOR BATTLE GLEAMS BRIGHT IN THE MOONLIGHT WHILE ANGRY WINDS POUND THE HOUSE STANDS STRONG KEEPING US WARM AND SNUG By Holly Fister This is a new type of poem I just learned about with a syllable count of 9,… Continue reading Winter Guardian #Nonet #Poetry
Hello blogging world! There’s a new girl in town! Again. As a military wife, there’s a heavy feeling of dejavue that never seems to go away because my life is kind of playing on repeat. Leave people behind, move to a new place, get to know the area, try to make friends and find people… Continue reading The New Girl