if love is but a dream
Category: Poetry
A Teacher’s List: Things A Teacher Will Say in the Classroom
In April, my students and I began working on our poetry chapbooks. For one of the poems, we wrote a list poem. List poems have always been fun, for they can rhyme or not, and they can pretty much be about anything. Continue reading “A Teacher’s List: Things A Teacher Will Say in the Classroom”
Dreams of Yesterday
She hadn’t really thought about him for years
although she could still remember the way
his smile lit up his face and reached into his
eyes…and how that stubborn curl refused to
stay put and draped across his forehead…that
masculine scent when she breathed him in…a
timbered voice whispering into her soul. And
she knew she could never forget the way he
cradled her in his arms…oh…a life time ago.
Roots
Roots run deep in this family,
A cord that binds each generation to the next.
A spirit of the familiar that offers wisdom and strength. Continue reading “Roots”
Home was an Island
Crown Memorial Beach
The Cove
Painted Lady
Home was an island nestled in the San Francisco Bay. Early mornings were misty with dew filled lawns and foghorns calling out to early risers. Seagulls squawked while flying low along sandy shores. With soft lights and hazy revelations, the Victorian Ladies danced in understated shadows until delicate clouds parted revealing regal intention from another time. Continue reading “Home was an Island”
Grandma’s Cottage
My grandmother, Elva Bryant Allen, was my hero and my strength; I have often felt she was the only one who truly loved me unconditionally. Her home and her love were always my safe haven. Many years after she left this world, I decided to take her name. After my divorce in 2002, I asked the judge if I could take her maiden name. And today, I still proudly share this bond with my dear grandma. Years ago I wrote this poem, and I decided to share it in this blog, for this week’s challenge was about love. Continue reading “Grandma’s Cottage”
Life Was Simple
The other day, after digging through some old papers, I came across some old papers from a poetry class that I took in college. Today, I found an assignment in which I had to take a conversation and turn it into a poem. This assignment did bring tears to my eyes because I used my mom as my subject. Until today, I had forgotten about that conversation about her life on the ranch with her family. Continue reading “Life Was Simple”
