More Poetry Postcards!!!!

Welcome to Poetry Friday this week hosted by Carol at Beyond Literacy HERE. I look forward to what she has for us this week!

I received lovely postcards from Poetry Friday friends Molly Hogan, Heidi Mordhorst, Michelle Kogan, Gail Aldous, Linda Baie, and Tricia Stohr-hunt and Jone MacCullough. They were bright spots in an otherwise rather dreary week. Thank you Jone for masterminding the poetry swap-New Years post cards! I was thrilled to receive them in my mailbox and loved all the photos, poems and artwork. Thank you all!

       When you lose sight
     of the beauty around you
        may a new day
        restore glory
   to the tattered and ordinary 
      and light the way

© Molly Hogan

Jone shares a photo along with a quote and a poem inspired by it:

Daybreak
What have I risked?
--Kelli Russell Agodon



first morning, walking on the beach, what
    treasures does the ebbing tide have?
    Reading sea-foam like tea leaves, I
    wonder what my ancestors risked? 

© Jone MacCullough

Lunar New Year

The Emperor of Heaven waits
burn the kitchen God and
pray for a good report

Fill red envelops
choose eight crisp, new bills
for health, prosperity,
long life

Hang inverted fu
for the pouring out
of luck--may it arrive
on your doorstep

Prepare the feast
eat auspicious oranges'launch fireworks
light fires

Stay awake!
The new year is coming

© Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2024

new year's gift-
forget the hurry
waste time every day
listen to the rain
and to the cat's purr

© Linda Baie

Sun holds blue sky's hands
they persuade gray clouds away
sparkling peace and light

poem and photo © Gail Aldous

Michelle Kogan sent her amazing artwork and two poems

Together
we can
do more
let's begin

© Michelle Kogan

Get Ready . . . 

Compass
Cooper's Hawk
as you navigate
unknown, unbalanced paths of
      2024 . . . 

© Michelle Kogan

The Horse in My Throat
for Duncan

Remember that raw day in February
when you told the aching truth?

"The horse in my throat
is a red dragon-horse
his roaring burns me up
in hot strawberry smoke

his hoofs and claws 
are rough and sweet
my voice is tangled 
in the beating of his wings

he's a thirsty horse
hungry for lemon and honey
but if I feed him
he'll whinny and fly away"

© Heidi Mordhorst
Poem from PUMKIN BUTTERFLY 2009

I will be posting on Poetry Friday somewhat erratically, I guess you’d say, over the next few weeks as I will be visiting family. I will also take some pictures and gather some new ideas that I can share going forward. I hope you all have a terrific rest of winter. Today in Syracuse it was sunny and in the fifties, so I know many of you will be getting some springlike weather. Enjoy and stay safe!

Rocks and Socks

Welcome to the last Poetry Friday of 2022, this week hosted by poet Patricia Franz Here. Thank you for hosting, Patricia! Make sure you check in and see what Patricia has for us this week!

Because of a car trip to our relatives, and idle time in a car, I have been knitting a pair of socks. Because it’s small, a sock project is easy to bring along. What does this have to do with poetry?

One down, one to go.

A year ago, I was thinking of possible writing projects and considered using pairs of words that rhymed. Socks and rocks were two of the words I thought of. What did they have in common? Was there a poem there?

Would these two rhyming words yield humor? I had no idea if anyone but me would see opportunity here. Anyway, about rocks and socks I came up with a poem. I revised my initial attempt and like it better. I hope we all find ideas to inspire us over this new year.

ROCKS and SOCKS

Two words rhyme, 
four letters the same.

Rocks--hard, 
scattered on beaches and trails,
spewed from volcanoes
in a hot molten blurs.
I wonder:
What is Earth made of?
What are fossils?

Socks-- soft.
Who invented them? 

Perhaps the first knitter
walked on rocks
stole four letters 
and made two socks. 

©Janice Scully 2022

Happy New Year! Until at least April, I wish you all a sturdy pair of socks. Thank you Patricia for hosting!