I'm having a bit of a dry spell as a writer. It could be the state of the nation (depressing), or it could be that the spring weather is making writing seem like a winter-only activity. It could just mean that I need a break. Whatever the reason, I have nothing new. I'd feel guilty about not have a Poetry Friday offering, so I'm looking back to May last year, the year before, and a few years before that to see what I was writing.
May 16, 2017
the new green lit
with a spring breeze
May 17, 2016
of poetry today
May 17, 2015
Halloween's butterfly wings
now on an angel
[Obviously, I was working on my Angels project at the time.]
May 17, 2014
Family Vacation, Circa 1961
We never went on cruises
or stayed at vacation resorts.
Our vacation spots were
cheaply rented or borrowed
bungalows, often shared
with aunts, uncles, and cousins.
One night we all went to dinner.
Nothing fancy, not expensive,
but the food must have been
good, because two men of
some renown came in to eat--
Mickey Mantle and Roger Maris.
I'm sure you've heard of them.
They were gods--baseball gods!
We got their autographs on
the greasy spoon's cheap paper
napkins. If only someone had
had a camera to take a family shot.
May 19, 2013
on the soles of her shoes
May 17, 2012
the lean in the sapling
the lean in me
May 11, 2011
today would have been
May 18, 2010
Two months before he and Mrs. Lincoln
went to Ford's Theater, the president
had a portrait taken at Mr. Gardner's
Gallery. The photographer caught
the shadow of Mr. Lincoln. He was
by then, merely a body without its soul.
Little did John Wilkes Booth know,
his bullet would only be the coups de grace.
I was going to go back to 2010, but the above is so depressing, I'll go back another year!
May 17, 2009
three new songs
their singers unknown
All poems © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.
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Diane, Thank you for sharing these poems! It is wonderful to look back and see what you were writing about each year. And don't feel too guilty about not having anything new--I'm just coming off a little break. I didn't plan it, but it ended up being during Poetry Month (what a time to take a break! sheesh!)ReplyDelete
Rebecca, I'm glad you made it through and out the other end!Delete
Thank you for sharing a sampling of your lovely poetry from days gone by. I'm in a bit of a funk, too. I've been working on a work-for-hire nonfiction project, and I find it really difficult to go back and forth between nonfiction and poetry. Hopefully, as this project winds down in early June, I'll get my poetry mojo back! :)ReplyDelete
You're in the final stretch! You'll reach that finish line!Delete
Sometimes stuck, but wonderful to re-look at those past years, what caught you then. I guess we all like to write about the green of spring, a time to celebrate that winter's past. Best wishes in the words, Diane. Whatever you share is a treat for me!ReplyDelete
Thanks, Linda! The reasons I wrote some poems is beyond me. Why Lincoln in May 2010?Delete
Thanks for sharing all of these. Nice to reflect on what past Mays were like and where your mind was. Especially love the Mother's Day pink petals and spring rain haiku. What a great memory in "Family Vacation"!ReplyDelete
I kind of like "pink petals," too. I find it interesting what things end up on the bottom of my shoes!Delete
Ahh, it's fun to time travel back to our previous writing. I often find that it's just the trick to jump start my writing again. Perhaps it will do the same for you. Best wishes!ReplyDelete
We can hope!Delete
Thanks for sharing past Mays, Diane. Favorite: May 17, 2012 "spring rain... / the lean in the sapling / the lean in me" After I read, I pondered and I could see the "lean" of the rain as it fell... and then I felt the winds of the past that caused the lean the sapling (young) ... and the lean in me (old).ReplyDelete
The haiku you picked out, Alice, is quite fitting for this year with our cold rain and my old less-than-supple body.Delete
Wow, you've been at this blogging business 10 years, Diane? I'm impressed! I'm not really in a writing funk, but I do suffer from blogging burnout at this time every year. NPM is a factor for sure. It's nice to read so many different moods in your poems—from light to dark. No one can call you predictable. :)ReplyDelete
Michelle, we've had this blogging discussion in the past, haven't we? I may be nearing the point where it's more burden than satisfaction.Delete
No one would fault you for taking some time off, Diane. Maybe take off the summer and see what parts of the blogging experience you miss? Maybe you'd be better off with an instagram account for your haiga? Just brainstorming here...Delete
I enjoyed reading back through the years with your poems.ReplyDelete
It sure was an education for me! Who is this person? ;-)Delete
Diane, you have been such a productive poet! Thanks for returning to these past Mays -- it's fun to visit them again. I especially like the pink petals and leaning. I hope you can feed your spirit enough to get back in the writing saddle.ReplyDelete
I need a really good project to fall into my lap!Delete
It's OK to have dry spells, especially when the world seems to cloud your thoughts with all sorts of doomy and gloomy things. Sometimes you just have to go with the flow, and trust that your creative well will fill again soon!ReplyDelete
Maybe it's time for a vacation!Delete
A vacation, sound like an excellent idea–fill the well again with new ideas! I liked your pink petals too and your "Family Vacation, Circa 1961," and yourReplyDelete
now on an angel"
We sure could use some nice weather, that never hurt … Hope your muse returns soon!