The trees are beginning to bloom! The added color to the landscape will we be very welcomed. For the second day of Poetry Month here is one of my all-time favorite poems. From Blossoms BY LI-YOUNG LEE From blossoms comes this brown paper bag of peaches we bought from the boy at the bend in the road ...

Happy 1st day of National Poetry Month! I hope that anyone reading along will contribute to this thread. I invite you to post a favorite poem or one that has stayed with you and why. A friend just posted this one on another site and I loved it immediately. Sifter – Naomi Shihab Nye When our English ...

2 more days until National Poetry Month! I am warming up to post a poem a day. The Rider A boy told me if he roller-skated fast enough his loneliness couldn’t catch up to him, the best reason I ever heard for trying to be a champion. What I wonder tonight pedaling hard down King William Street is if...

I needed to find this poem today. Instructions on Not Giving Up Ada Limón, 1976 More than the fuchsia funnels breaking out of the crabapple tree, more than the neighbor’s almost obscene display of cherry limbs shoving their cotton candy-colored blossoms to the slate sky of Spring rains, it’s the gre...

I love John Prine and I know he writes lyrics, but they are just as much stand-alone poems. Here is a song/poem from his latest album. I especially like the bolded lines. Boundless Love John Prine I woke up this morning to a garbage truck Looks like this old horseshoe's done run out of luck If I cam...

Now that we are getting to the end of March I am getting ready for Poetry Month. Here is something to get in the mood, Marianne Moore, 1887 - 1972. Poetry I too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all this fiddle. Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers...

The author of a favorite poem of mine died today, W. S. Merwin. Here is the poem and then following is a link to the NYT obituary for Merwin. Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color. https://www.nytimes.com/2019/03/15/obitu...

Como Tú / Like You / Like Me Richard Blanco, 1968 {for the D.A.C.A DREAMers and all our nation’s immigrants} . . . my veins don’t end in me but in the unanimous blood
 of those who struggle for life . . . . . . mis venas no terminan en mí sino en la sange unánime 
de los que luchan por la vida . . ....

There are 3 things that Pierce weaves together in this poem that give it its punch - lovely images of nature, the delightful innocence of childhood and 2 of the threats of our world. I am always stunned by poems that use beauty juxtaposed with one of the difficult, painful, tragic aspects of the hum...

A new favorite poem. Every time I think of it I smile. High Dangerous Catherine Pierce is what my sons call the flowers— purple, white, electric blue— pom-pomming bushes all along the beach town streets. I can’t correct them into hydrangeas, or I won’t. Bees ricochet in and out of the clustered peta...