Poetry and Thoughts by Dory Lane
White April showers,
magically turning green,
everything growing.
© Elaine Wood-Lane
4/30/16
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And that’s a wrap folks! I actually completed 30 poems in 30 days. Thanks for following along! Tomorrow I start writing short shorts and I don’t mean clothing! Too cold and snowy for that here yet. I mean stories. 😊
I remember my first day of first grade, 1968.
I remember skinned knees and going to bed in
pink foam rollers the night before.
I remember two boys fighting at recess
over who would be my boyfriend.
I remember laughing so hard at
Roy David’s joke that milk shot
out of my nose!
I remember that’s when he decided
he loved me.
I remember the first time my heart
was truly broken.
I remember his name was Robbie
and we were in fourth grade.
I remember he said
he wanted to be my friend,
but loved Tammy Paden
because she
had really long blond hair
AND liked to play baseball.
I remember I had a new love
the next day.
I remember his name was Scott.
© Elaine Wood-Lane
4/29/16
The challenge today was to write an “I remember” poem with as much detail as possible.
Sleeping in Nebraska.
Crossing the Mississippi and Missouri rivers.
Saying goodbye to family in Illinois.
Visiting, laughing, tears,
meals, and many, many hugs.
Ever been to the Real Cheese Place
in Jaynesville, Wisconsin? (I did!)
Seeing the Windy City (called thus
because of its big stories) on a
windy, cold day.
Lake Michigan threw up
big green waves!
Walking and talking
and walking around a smaller lake
in sunshine with son and grandson.
Illinois!
Crossing the Missouri and Mississippi rivers.
Sleeping in Nebraska.
On the road again!
Saturday morning!
© Elaine Wood-Lane
4/29/16
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The challenge was to write a poem telling a story…backwards. This was my week, backwards, except I cheated a bit. I’m a day late so am once again sleeping in Nebraska before hitting the road (tomorrow) on Saturday morning, this time to reach home.
If I could see you one more time, I would tell you that I’ll love you forever.
I would tell you that, though no longer here, you are still part of my soul.
When I think of you and the great moments we shared, I smile deep inside.
You were so protective; I was a butterfly in your gentle hands.
Our talks and your loving support were worth more to me than much fine gold.
My wings grew stronger because of your hugs, laughter, tears and great wisdom.
One day you flew away on your eagle wings, but you left a clear trail.
I know the way I am traveling; I won’t depart from it, ever.
Especially if it leads me back to you and the heaven of God’s heart.
© Elaine Wood-Lane 4/27/16
NaPoWriMo — Day Twenty-Seven: Write a poem with very long lines. You can aim for seventeen syllables, but that’s just a rough guide. I awoke at 3:15 this morning for some reason and parts of this poem were just waiting to be written down so…I accommodated my muse and started writing. This poem started out being about my brother, Joe, who was killed in an auto accident in 1986, but as it continued, it became about all of those who’ve gone on before me to lead the way to heaven. I’ve known so much love in my life and I thank God for each and every person whom I miss very dearly now.
Beautiful prose poem by Joseph Hesch….
For weeks we’ve waited, peeking through the lacy front door curtain as a pair of house finches set to keeping their own house in our covered entryway. One day there was nothing but lazy disinterest in the swale of the too-late-removed Easter wreath. The next, I found a mesh of twigs, sprigs and finch spit. And inside I spied an egg, light sky blue with reddish dots at one end. Eventually, five potential finches grew in the goo within their thinly armored launchpads. Mama finch would sit dutifully upon her someday quints, bursting for the skeleton red maple out front only when the tread of threat approached the doorway. Her mate would stand astride the gutter along the roofline, staring red-headed avian wrath upon any who might crash their birthday party. But today, they’re gone, taken off, their nest deserted, save for that first egg. At the bottom of the…
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Gray skies hanging low,
The lake, trees and grass were green,
Spring in Chicago.
© Elaine Wood-Lane
4/26/16
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I think the challenge yesterday was to write a call and response poem. The call to me yesterday was the wild beauty of Lake Michigan. I didn’t capture the best shot (we were driving down the street), but the waves were crashing in the wind. And they lake truly was a gorgeous green color. The only problem was that wind off the lake made it COLD!
How do I love thee?
I love thee with all
the heart and truth
and passion I can muster,
every single day.
Is it enough?
No, because I’m human.
I love selfishly,
I love imperfectly,
I love with feelings,
both mature and green.
My feelings are not
perfect or logical
all of the time.
I cannot promise
pure love even
most of the time.
What I can promise
is if I say I love you,
I do, in my human insufficiency.
What I can promise
is when God says He loves you,
He’s not human,
so He can and does
love you perfectly.
I love you,
but God always loves you more.
© D. Elaine Wood-Lane
4/25/16
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Today’s challenge was to write a poem that begins with a line from a another poem (not necessarily the first one), but then goes elsewhere with it. This will work best if you just start with a line of poetry you remember, but without looking up the whole original poem. (Or, find a poem that you haven’t read before and then use a line that interests you). The idea is for the original to furnish a sort of backdrop for your work, but without influencing you so much that you feel stuck just rewriting the original!. For example, you could begin, “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day,” or “I have measured out my life with coffee spoons,” or “I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster,” or “they persevere in swimming where they like.” Really, any poem will do to provide your starter line – just so long as it gives you the scope to explore.
Peace and love,
D. Elaine Wood-Lane
Multiple green leaves
on delicate single stems-
rare four leaf clover!
© D. Elaine Wood-Lane
4/24/16
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Still catching up!
Peace and love,
D. Elaine Wood-Lane
Beautiful poem…
Though through tears we may grieve,
with regrets we may mourn,
until the day dawns
and the shadows flee away,
Your grace will always be sufficient.
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Along the roadway we shall quickly go,
but do we travel on little by-lanes
or straight interstates for much quicker gains?
Whichever is quicker to our Milo!
As we go, we see the peaks’ highest highs,
and then the lows with changes in terrain-
highest mountains, low valleys and flat plains.
Still our little green car goes without sighs.
Today was long and dark with wind and rain,
but tomorrow will be grand with Milo!
© Elaine Wood-Lane
4/23/16
Suggestion was a sonnet with 14 lines of 10 syllables each with an ABBAABBAAB rhyme scheme. The general idea is to write an essay in this poetic format. As I’m a day late and a dollar short because we were on the road, this isn’t the tightest I could write this poem. I’ll probably rewrite later, after we get to see sweet Milo, our 15 month old grandson. 😊
Sunshine Lane 
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