May 6, 2014:Laundry

Proof that even the banal can be captured in poetry.
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May 5, 2014-Random

From a poetry prompt involving taking songs from your playlist.
 
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May 4, 2014-New Leaves

The rain has stopped for the last couple of days. The buds are starting to open.

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Euclidean Appeal

euclidean appealI was inspired yesterday at my son’s confirmation. The photograph is of the interior of the worship space at  St Peter and Paul’s Church in Mankato, Minnesota. The church was built in 1855.
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May 2, 2014- Geranium

Earlier today, I accidentally published before I was ready. Here is my updated poem with an image. 🙂

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May 1 2014-Bubbles

 

A cheater’s Haiku: 5-7-7 about bubbles.

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©Deborah Goschy, May 2014

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NaPoWriMo Day #30: Let it be Said

For the last day of NaPoWriMo, a type of farewell poem. I write this poem with my brother in mind, hoping, praying, and trusting that I won’t have to say goodbye to him for a while yet. Thank you, everyone who stopped to read my blog, commented, and became followers. Thirty days of poems has been a real adventure!  Debbie 🙂
 
 

Let it be said that…

We ran and played with the dog,
We splashed in the puddles,
We rode our bicycles in the rain.

Let it be said that…todd, debbie, and lisa in green chair

We went swimming in the Summer,
We ate brightly colored popsicles and
Chilly ice cream cones that melted and dribbled onto our fingers,
We got sticky and dirty and then cleaned up again.

Let it be said that…

We made snowmen in the winter,
We drank cocoa and ate buttered toast and
Dunked Oreos in our milk and got milk mustaches,
We fought and cried and made up again.

Let it be said that…

We rode in the car together while you drove and I screamed while you
Spun doughnuts in the parking lot,
We were in an accident but came out of it without a scratch,
We survived growing up together.

Let it be said that…

We said mean things to each other but didn’t mean them,
We said ‘sorry’ and forgave each other,
We argued over stupid stuff, even when you were in a hospital bed with your head shaved and full of stitches,
We are brother and sister, but we’ve become friends.

Let it be said that…

If you go to Heaven first you will watch for me,
You will look for me while you are driving your car,
Or riding a bike, or sailing a ship,
And you will wave to me and call ‘hello’ to your sister
When I come to find you. ♥

©Deborah Goschy, April 2014

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NaPoWriMo Day #29: Cancer

Astronomy scholars, astronomy buffs, and readers: Please ignore any inaccuracies in my very inexpert drawing of the constellation of cancer.
With thoughts of my brother whom I love very much.♥
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NaPoWriMo Day #28: We’re tilting

I wrote today’s poem in response to today’s NaPoWriMo prompt to write a poem based on a story in the news. This poem is based to a degree on the following news story: ‘We’re tilting’: Cell phone video on ferry captures uncertainty on board, by Ashley Fantz. Retrieved April 28, 2014 from http://www.cnn.com.
 

We’re Tilting

We can hear the voice of a dead boy
From the sunken South Korean ferry
Weeks after he drowned.
His body yielded to
Death in the ocean,
He comments on the tilting,
The rocking motion,
He felt
Before it went down.
He no longer makes a sound,
But push a button
And his voice you will hear,
Young and strong and
Startlingly clear
As he says with a cry:
“We’re sinking, did you hear?
Am I really going to die?”

Now Mother cries and
Father weeps
Over the body pulled from
Watery darkness,
Their child who, in death, sleeps.
Mourning as they remember
(With, oh, such painful clarity!)
The babe they used to hold-
Whose life was lost
‘Neath the waves,
Tempest tossed,
To the cold.

©Deborah Goschy

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NaPoWriMo Day #27: Raindrop

It’s been raining here all day. Following is a concrete poem to memorialize the event.Image

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