Welcome to where I am, where my kitchen's always messy, a pot's (or a poet) always about to boil over, a dog is always begging to be fed. Drafts of poems on the counter. Windows filled with leaves. Wind. Clouds moving over the mountains. If you like poetry, books, and music--especially dog howls when a siren unwinds down the hill-- you'll like it here.


MY NEW AUTHOR'S SITE, KATHRYNSTRIPLINGBYER.COM, THAT I MYSELF SET UP THROUGH WEEBLY.COM, IS NOW UP. I HAD FUN CREATING THIS SITE AND WOULD RECOMMEND WEEBLY.COM TO ANYONE INTERESTED IN SETTING UP A WEBSITE. I INVITE YOU TO VISIT MY NEW SITE TO KEEP UP WITH EVENTS RELATED TO MY NEW BOOK.


MY NC POET LAUREATE BLOG, MY LAUREATE'S LASSO, WILL REMAIN UP AS AN ARCHIVE OF NC POETS, GRADES K-INFINITY! I INVITE YOU TO VISIT WHEN YOU FEEL THE NEED TO READ SOME GOOD POEMS.

VISIT MY NEW BLOG, MOUNTAIN WOMAN, WHERE YOU WILL FIND UPDATES ON WHAT'S HAPPENING IN MY KITCHEN, IN THE ENVIRONMENT, IN MY IMAGINATION, IN MY GARDEN, AND AMONG MY MOUNTAIN WOMEN FRIENDS.




Showing posts with label Life at Willow Manor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Life at Willow Manor. Show all posts

Thursday, April 1, 2010

POET OF THE DAY: TESS KINCAID

(TESS KINCAID, AKA "WILLOW" OF LIFE AT WILLOW MANOR.)
Today we celebrate being April Fools for Poetry with a poem by Tess Kincaid. Tess is a Renaissance Woman, par excellence. Gourmet cook, blogger, poet, photographer-- well, the list could go on. I'm happy to begin my Poet/Poem of the Day feature for National Poetry Month with one of the poems from her blog, Life at Willow Manor. She has a sheaf of them only a click away on her site, so hurry on over and read them, after you enjoy the poem below. Then click on her recipes. Then read her blog posts..and then, and then, go to her Magpie Tales blog and write some of your own poems in response to her prompts. It's fun. I've become addicted.
Don't forget: every poem is like a message in a bottle, bobbing up to the surface, waiting, hoping, yearning to be read. We need them, as Tess says, to keep us on track.
Memos


I need messages in bottles.
Random fortune cookies.
Those subtle signs
from heaven.
Memorandums
stating all is
as it should be.
.
Not Moses
parting my Red Sea.
Just a burning weed.
A small bit of shrubbery.
A simple note
stating he supposes
his toeses are roses.
.
A little everyday
omnipotent ditty.
Showing
his sense of humor
is still intact.
That I'm on the right track..

.

willow, 2010
(IMAGE FROM WWW.willowmanor.blogspot.com)
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