Linda's Poems

Being Late I remember that little breathless moment when I realized I was late. This one was like a flower opening not like the ones...

Monday May 10, 2010 I've been thinking of my dad lately.  He died 13 years ago today.  When I saw this headline a couple weeks ago in ...

Late Snow Ignites Dreams of Future Woke up to six inches of late April snow covering all the baby leaves and flowers. Winter takes hi...

ReadWritePoem prompts us to write an acrostic today.  And for journal writing in my classes today the prompt was: Write about wanting to lea...

You Hear Church Bells in the Distance And the notes sparkle like tinsel in the Christmas air. St. Paul’s Lutheran Church is playing c...

ReadWritePoem prompts us to listen to the first thing someone says to us and write a poem around it.  This is what my husband said to me thi...

Addicted His fat fingers tap dance on the keys. He lets his glasses slip down onto his nose and he peers over them through near-sig...