In the Winter

Meredith's poetry, watercolor

In the winter

It is quiet and cold outside

But in the winter

We burn fires and wear layers

We sing songs

And drink hot cider and wine

The winter is really the warmest time of the year

It is the time that we are all together

In the winter the trees look dead

But we have green holly and evergreens

We have bright red cardinals

In the winter the night comes early

But we stay up late and have grand dinners

or we snuggle under blankets and read books

In the winter our hearts are big

In the winter we watch our breath

In the winter we roar at the freezing cold

 

I hope you all like my original poem.  I just wanted to mention that the characters I used for my illustration were borrowed from the book The Selfish Giant.  Kudos to anyone who knows who Lisbeth Zwerger is.

Coffee

doodle, ink, Meredith's poetry, sketch book

I stare into my coffee in the morning

Black, then creamy brown

Milky, like a baby’s skin

And all I see is nothing

Not the day before me or the night behind me, but nothing

I sip and taste the slight bitterness and acidity

It heats my chest

It spreads

that warm nothing

A lazy morning feeling

languid and slow

I take a longer drink and then let the liquid settle

Enjoying the peace and quiet

A song comes on breaking the silence but not ending my quiet feeling

It makes me think of people I love and home

I feel safe

Another sip of coffee

My dog rubs against my leg

I thaw

I move

I wake up

I finish my coffee and start the day

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I float freely in contained space

Meredith's poetry, watercolor

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I float freely in contained space

holding onto edges at lane’s ends

and staying within the lines

A safe place for me to think

I see more clearly under aqua blue

than when looking at mirrored reflections above

Buoyant feelings bubble out my throat

As each unspoken number brings me closer to the next turn

Bursting forth and slowing down

I turn my head for air

Kicking waves behind me

A few more silent numbers to chant before I finish

Day moving on its tiptoes

Meredith's poetry, watercolor

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Sufjan Stevens comes on and

droplets of sound become turning signals

and 

people crossing streets

and

wing beats of pigeons

and 

the day moving on its tiptoes through the city streets

I feel the sound of sun rays

playing through windows on my face

out of Egypt, into the great laugh of mankind,

and I shake the dirt from my sandals as I run

the title says as though I’m in the wilderness

I have a show coming up in January, so the next posts will be based on the theme of the show(my poetry with illustrations).  Looking forward to your feedback. 🙂

Lugubrious

doodle, Meredith's poetry, sketch book

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Lugubrious

I have such heavy words

Weighing on my head

They lumber around

Going unsaid

I feel rather lead-footed

A bit down in the mouth

If only these heavy words had a way of coming out

Some people think me sober

Absorbed in something glum

If only there was something light

That I could ponder on

Maybe some people have effervescent thoughts

But I think for now the word I have is lugubrious 

I am a constellation

Meredith's poetry, sketch book

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I am a constellation of dancing shapes and parts

My mind lingers

On their wondrous forms

this face, these toes, these fingers

Singing together

To make a concert of sorts

I am a constellation of dancing shapes and parts

I have some very fine organs

What I like most is my heart

I feel it pumping and squeezing

As my arms and legs do move

With the rise and fall of my emotions

Fast fast, slow it goes with my mood

If all else does not make sense

The world far to big

I will return to my body

And ponder the world within

The things in constant motion

That spin on their own

And do not worry about how or why

Things go as they go

If you got this far, thank you for reading.  I’ve been writing these poems and wanting to share them.  So more are coming and I hope you will enjoy reading.

Horse Training

Day in the life

I started this series of a friend training horses maybe a month or two ago.  So far I have the location and some of the preparation, the ride, and the clean up.  It was fun to follow her around and see her ride at such a high level.  The location was beautiful too.  One of the perks of Maryland is all the beautiful horse farms.   IMG_2776

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