Poetry / Song Lyrics

Home in the Bay

Home is in the Bay,Despite many years away.Living in cities and towns far from the ocean,Coming back every summer like a devotion. So many moves over so many years,Through celebrations, […]

Inspired by: Home in the Bay,
by: Michele Egerton

Pleading Eyes

We’d once show love and affection,Through hugs and connection,And not just random faces on screens. She’s trying so hard to understandAll this technology, now at hand,And what this new experience […]

Inspired by: We are all universes connected to the beginning of time,
by: Ellen Sim

Haiku

So near, so distantAir so softly white, tremblingTouches me gently

Inspired by: See the moon, I’m looking at it too,
by: Amy Nemeth

Effusion of Spirit

Convergence of disparate worlds of the mindUnaligned—a confident dissonanceHostile—the mundane trivialization of lifeArrogance forcing its philosophy as a means to controlSanity through manipulationA conformation of the soul that protects the […]

Inspired by: The Brook,
by: Gail Heinze

Through her Eyes

Through her eyeswe are all drawnin to the oceanto the winterin our baythe storiesshe can tellof times gone byhow the wrinkles formedupon her cheeksfrom experiences long agothe green glass vasecould […]

Inspired by: We are all universes connected to the beginning of time,
by: Ellen Sim

Transformation

Broken, blackened branches,sculpted by fire –Nova Scotian bonsai. by Lynn Reicker

Inspired by: Resilience,
by: Reagan Du-Plessis

Snow Day

Outside, the drifting snow accumulates on pine trees reaching toward a goose-grey sky. I watch a solitary Blue Jay fly where fading light at dusk illuminates the tracks a deer […]

Inspired by: Snow day in Seabright,
by: Beth Newman

Mama’s Repose

Whenever I seemy stonesa three,I pause—to know,to sigh, to be.In all I have done,or not, or failed—in allof this,my three prevailed.My three who workedtheir way to me,to crack the calm,the […]

Inspired by: Winter light,
by: Beth Matthews

Knowing crows

They’re terrible birds,says my granddad, an old farmer.Eating the crops, making a mess.We always used to shoot themwhen I was a boy. I watch for them,to see them glide and […]

Inspired by: The Sentry,
by: Sharon Jessup-Joyce