leaves fell quieted atypical to autumn an earthy blanket do we dare to share secrets hidden neath the leaves or hush the moment “I saw old autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence.” – Thomas Hood © Eugenia Hoffman Eugenia enjoyed a dedicated career in the insurance industry for over … Continue reading Hustle the rustle – Eugenia
I find myself thinking of such simple pleasures as these, With feed in hand and ducks abounding. Hands and hearts are full, As excitement makes both webbed feet and shoes dance. How can I not bask in the shrieks of children, As they watch waddling forms rise as one. Sleek yet awkward bodies mill about, … Continue reading Among the Ducks- Michael Erickson
Character references required Laughter amid the inclement chaos Isn’t mom nature the feisty one! Makes one wish for escapism A wiseacre forecast reflects confusion Trending deluges of nature’s moodiness Every living thing in harm’s way Choices become a cumbersome task Happenstance governs our fate And those generations after us Need they experience the same Guesstimate … Continue reading Throwback Friday – Moody Weather – Eugenia
Again I find myself wandering, Upon meandering paths. Well worn do my feet feel, Accepting each rut and groove. Upon thresholds do I tread, As if passing the doorway of every childhood place. I am home in ever age of my life, Feeling a warm breeze upon my face. It is a wonder to fill … Continue reading Familiar Thoughts- Michael Erickson
A fullness has settled within the air, Comfortable and familiar to the touch. Like a lazy River running, Smoothing stones to polished gems. I feel the growth of summer culminating, As bows droop under handfuls of sun warmed produce. Now I’d the time to drink honey with the bees, And thank each tree, bush, and … Continue reading September Apples- Michael Erickson
Happen upon a hidden memory, And stroll nostalgia’s halls with me. For a mouth is full with happy tastes, Long forgotten upon waves of time. Transported are we as a leave upon a wind, To places both strange and familiar. I remember now as if a lens shifts it’s focus, Clicking into place with such … Continue reading Old Haunts- Michael Erickson
Let's experiment with a poetry form called the Triolet... A Game Show is #44 in this collection called, very simply, 100+ Poetic Forms.
I wait for moments like these, Where nature seems to muster strength, And forces older than humanity itself, Converge upon this place. When summer heat turns to furious cold, Heavy clouds gather over leathery ground, And all our yearning thoughts turn skyward, As the very sky tears itself apart. We lay quietly in the night, … Continue reading Summer Monsoon- Michael Erickson
Let's experiment with a poetry form called the Rondine... Death's Imminent Kiss is #43 in this collection I'm calling, very simply, 100+ Poetic Forms.
tales told by the fire kindred souls share kept secrets embers drift skyward as an August moon bids hot summer days adieu magic prevails as nevermore enters my mind © Eugenia Hoffman Eugenia enjoyed a dedicated career in the insurance industry for over 20 years being rewarded both professionally and personally. Now it’s time for … Continue reading August Magic – Eugenia