A home
A husband
Loving children
a Frog named 8-ball
a working automobile
food in the fridge
clothes washer and dryer
eyes that see
a trip to the ocean
love to share
ears that hear
© Anita Adams 5/19/2017
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Mother’s Day
A day of remembrance of those who gave birth to us and those who gave birth to them and if we are mother’s ourselves, it’s a day where we remember giving birth to ours.
A few years ago, I wrote this poem and recited it for the first time ever in front of 50 people or so. The title is Love ’em Up.
Love ’em Up
with hugs and kisses
listen to their wishes
no matter what they seem
no matter what their dreams
Love ’em Up
with hugs and kisses
teach them what you know
demonstrate your love by listening to them while they grow
Love ’em Up
Let them be children
play in streams, color, sing, climb mountains, swim the oceans, bruise knees
teach them to love themselves, to love others, no matter their ethnicity, religion or creed, no matter how they seem.
Love ’em Up.
©Anita Adams (Original 2015/Revised 2017)
Garrison Keillor and The Writer’s Almanac
One of my favorite public radio broadcasts is The Writer’s Almanac with Garrison Keillor.
This poem caught my attention during its broadcast on….
SATURDAY May 6, 2017
Red Never Lasts
by Anya Krugovoy Silver
There’s no doubt it’s the most glamorous,
the one you reach for first—its luscious gloss.
Russian Roulette, First Dance, Apéritif, Cherry Pop.
For three days, your nails are a Ferris wheel,
a field of roses, a flashing neon Open sign.
Whatever you’re wearing feels like a tight dress
and your hair tousles like Marilyn’s on the beach.
But soon, after dishwashing, typing, mopping,
the chips begin, first at the very tips and edges
where you hardly notice, then whole shards.
Eventually, the fuss is too much to maintain.
Time to settle in to the neutral tones.
Baby’s Breath, Curtain Call, Bone.
“Red Never Lasts” by Anya Krugovoy Silver from from nothing. © Louisiana State University Press, 2016. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)
Sunday Morning
and FAITH calls
a poem arises in me like the sun
to my desk with pen and journal in hand
the words flow as the pink clouds appear like a prayer
a new day dawns and all that’s in it is spirit full.
Robert Louis Stevenson, utters a whisper: “Smile and wake up you sleepy head.”
© Anita Adams
Morning – May 6th
Grateful for the rain
for the blessings pouring on my window panes
for windows to view the outdoor world
the green lushness of grasses, flowers and trees
birds singing and nesting
the art of natures rhythm and melodic sounds fill the air
and all at once announce, “spring is here!”
© Anita Adams
Called to Write in the AWA method
Learning more about the Amherst Writers and Artists Method.
via Welcome Writers — Called to Write
For those who are unfamiliar with the Amherst Writers & Artists (AWA) method, let me share the following.
The AWA Method is based in the following philosophy.
These affirmations rest on a definition of personhood based in equality, and a definition of writing as an art form available to all persons.
- Everyone has a strong, unique voice.
- Everyone is born with creative genius.
- Writing as an art form belongs to all people, regardless of economic class or educational level.
- The teaching of craft can be done without damage to a writers original voice or artistic self-esteem.
- A writer is someone who writes.
For more about the Amherst Writers & Artists method, please visit: Amherst Writers & Artists (AWA)
