Me…
I am Danielle... wife to programmer Nathan, mother of cartoonist David, bird-watcher Deborah, ocean dweller Rebekah, soldier Joshua, and artist Jonathan. I am believer. And I journey onward, wheels sinking deep into new grooves, and old. Here I trace, with increasing grace, His face ...in the path of life.February 2012 M T W T F S S « Jan 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29
Category Archives: Poetry
Callused
Hard, stubborn callous; How you cover the tender spots. With your condemned skin. How you need to be soaked; How you need to be scraped away, Diligently, ………….every day. Or you become like snow the day after – Hard packed … Continue reading
Look at Me and Love Me
Jonathan docked his little body at the island, his wiggles briefly anchored. And as he munched on apple snack he briefly realized, that body being satisfied was not enough. And this thoughtful young man, looked up at busy mother, and … Continue reading
The Puzzle
Dropping off the edge of the world It all came into focus. Like a smooth talker Convincing me that the pieces would fall into place. And they did, for awhile. Then the hunt began, And stamped colors jumped out at … Continue reading
The Ghost of Christmas Present
I met you that Christmas when he and I were new And heart hungered only for you. When sun slipped under, eye would not go too And heart watched restlessly for you. And when you tapped him on the shoulder … Continue reading
The Invisible Rock
The substance of it remarked to my heart, There’s another rock, over yonder. It’s shape eluded and all precluded, As heart dropped into the dark. And stumbled through a craven view, Until a pebble did find. And heart rolled This … Continue reading
Stuffing
Last night I went to bed expectantly, only to be awakened at midnight by a husband who was traumatized with leaking pipes and storage stuffing. “I want that storage area cleaned up tomorrow.” His words echoed, perhaps a catalyst for … Continue reading
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Death Hoped
This morning I awoke to the crack of a rifle. And, rolling right along, I noticed the thump of the dogs tail, more subdued than usual, and how she peed with alacrity. And the trees! When had the masses of … Continue reading
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Christmas
In verse… Josh was up at 6 am I took him to bed with me Who stayed up till 1 am Writing stocking poetry We gathered round at 9 am The Word Dad did expound Then we opened up the … Continue reading
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A Gentle Answer
Let the words fall gently Compelling though it be To stir them up They rise again A weapon fit to flee But when you let them lie there Like a softly fallen snow The heart is cool There is no … Continue reading
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