Pretty Yellow Crocus/NaPoWriMo Day 8

I see you little flowers,
peeking out
of dead leaves!

I’m so glad to see you,
I laugh and smile
with glee.

You are so very brave,
as you stretch
your tiny heads,
weeks before
the other flowers
awake from the dead.

You, my little lovelies,
are the harbinger of spring,
of hope–
for warmer, longer days ahead,
for sunshine, clear skies,
for life!

© Elaine Wood-Lane


Cupcake/NaPoWriMo Day 6


“Hey, Cupcake,
why dontcha come over here
and tell me how a beautiful dame
like you ended up in a place like this?”

“Cupcake” walked over slowly, stealthily,
towards the plaid-shirted man who
was so loud, sloppy and obnoxious that
she was tempted to dump the
entire pot of coffee onto his head.
It would be an improvement to his
hairstyle to say the least!

Instead, the petite redhead
in the pink serving uniform,
with a name tag plainly giving
her name as “Eileen,”
managed to smile sweetly
and say, “Now, Boyd! You
know my name ain’t Cupcake!
Why sugar, I’m not that sweet!”

Boyd took the toothpick
out of his mouth long enough
to ask, “Well, do you have
any of those bacon maple
pancake cupcakes left? If so,
you might eat one to sweeten
your disposition. Either that
or bring me one, Eileen.”

Eileen winked saucily,
bounced away with a definite
ba-da-boom to her hips,
and said, “Honey, just for
that, I’ll bring you two!”

Boyd laughed quietly,
picked up his newspaper,
and wondered if any of
the other customers
would ever know that
he and the lovely Eileen
had been married for
25 years next fall.

Theirs was a marriage
baked in Cupcake heaven.

© D. Elaine Wood-Lane


Today’s challenge was to write about food. I’ve been craving cupcakes, to the point that I bought a cupcake magazine the other day. I mean to write about the cupcakes, but the poem took on a life of it’s own.

Plain Living/NaPoWriMo Day 5

Spring Watercolor, D. Elaine Wood-Lane 2003

I yearn for plain living,
simple days with a
slower pace and a quietness
not found typically in our
loud and modern world.

Today our power was out
while our system was upgraded.
I got my wish for plain living,
but only for a day.

At first, I found myself
feeling lost without the comforting hum
of the refrigerator or the buzz
of the light bulbs while sitting
in my writer’s nesting area.

Outside our double-paned windows,
I heard a mourning dove coo
amidst the excited twittering
of spring time birds.

I walked outside and found
the snow and ice of last week
didn’t kill my crocus,
but instead left a lively purple
flower rising in defiance
from the plain brown grass
surrounding it.

Life abounded around me.
I saw a deer jump a fence in midtown,
my squirrel friends robbing the
bird seed supply, aka the bird feeder,
and just enough rain to make
it look like an old man had
spit upon the ground while
telling a good joke.

With or without electricity,
life still abounds.
Beauty is still enjoyed.
Sunshine is still free.

© D. Elaine Wood-Lane





I Once Had A Dream/NaPoWriMo Day 4

I once had a dream,
horrible and cruel;
imagine my horror
when it later came true.

I woke up for months
with tears on my face,
the dream kept recurring,
my heart broke each night,
until finally I slept,
God gave me some grace.

I once had a dream,
of moving into a house,
it was Victorian and yellow,
three stories and huge.

All of my family and friends
showed up there,
to help me move in,
and to show me their care.

At the end of the day,
my nearest and dearest,
hearts of my heart,
all got together to sit
on the edge of the tub,
our feet in the water,
as we shared laughter
and love.

Every so often,
that dream still recurs,
or I’ll catch a glimmer of it,
in the warmth of a hug.

It hasn’t come true yet,
and when it does,
well, I can’t tell,
for that old house is heaven,
the tub is eternal,
the laughter is life
and God is the love.

© Elaine Wood-Lane

I wrote this last night, just before going to sleep. I’ve truly had both of these dreams. In the first one, in early November, 1986, I dreamt my brother Joe was in a car accident and was badly hurt. He was killed in a car accident on December 24, 1986. I’ve yet to get over that one. Joe was such a tender hearted man and had always been my hero. 

The second dream is truly a recurring dream. I used to have it all the time, but dreams elude me more these days as I don’t sleep much at all without sleeping pills and, alas, I don’t dream much. I still love this dream when I have it. I always wake up feeling warm and glowing. 

Dear Mr. Stewart/NaPoWriMo Day 3

Dear Mr. Stewart,

The first time I wrote you
was in 1989.
I was so amazed to
receive a letter back!
You were so gracious
and so kind.

Now, you see, Mr. Stewart,
what I really wish is that
there were movie stars
like you today–
talented, faithful and true,
people who loved gently,
even your old dog, Blue.

Mr. Jimmy Stewart, sir,
I just wanted you to know,
you’re still my favorite
movie star who became
a poet too!

Give my love to Cary, John,
Maureen and Katherine,
Audrey, Henry and James.
I hope to meet you all some day…

Peace and love,

Day 3’s challenge was to write a fan letter to a celebrity, past or present, in the form of a poem. I really did write Jimmy Stewart a fan letter in 1989 and he really did answer it! He is the only celebrity I’ve ever written. I think I chose wisely.

Portrait of a Family/NaPoWriMo Day 2

The portrait of my family isn’t just one single
moment in time caught on film or microchip.

It is a myriad of moments and people extending
in both directions in time from this moment.

Every generation adds something essential
and significant to the family portrait:

Strength, courage, tradition, love, humor,
faith, funny noses, great smiles, and did I mention love?

Although each generation dresses differently
and has their photos taken in different ways,
we all make up one big happy, messy, loving
portrait of a family.

Aren’t they lovely? Aren’t they wonderful?

©D. Elaine Wood-Lane-4/2/16


A Lune for Dee/NaPoWriMo Day 1

Some folks call me Dee,
short name for…
short gal with long name.

© D. Elaine Wood-Lane

Today’s suggestion was to write a poem called a “lune.” A lune is a three line English language poem in a 5-3-5 format, meaning 5 syllables or words, 3 syllables or words, 5 syllables or words.

“Dee” truly is my nickname. My husband came up with that nickname, which is a longer story than you want to read here. After we were married, the nickname came in handy because at first I didn’t hyphenate my name. You can imagine the confusion of being called “Elaine Lane.” Dee Lane was/is much simpler. 😉

National Poetry Month & NaPoWriMo Strikes Again!

Hi all!

The month of April is National Poetry Month and, as many other poets do, I will be participating in NaPoWriMo. What that means in everyday terms is that each day for the month of April I will be writing a new poem and posting it here on my blog! Yay! Ok, some of these have the potential for being really bad, but sometimes by happy accident, I end up with poems I really like. So, for the month of April, please stop by daily. Hopefully I’ll have a new poem up every day!

Peace and love,

D. Elaine Wood-Lane
Poet, Dreamer, and Lover of God, People and Life

Crystal Clear|NaPoWriMo Day 30

There are those special moments
so crystal and so clear,
when we truly understand
what we honestly hold dear.

The moments we can see,
our life as from the sky
and even maybe understand
to the questions we ask, why?

Today I’ve had a moment
when every detail was so clear
when everything made sense
and I had two open ears.

God said: Here’s your mission,
you’ve had it for a while.
I said I’m sorry Lord, as
I hid a teary smile.

I was looking for a mission
somewhere far away,
something with some glamour
and maybe even fame–
and all the time my mission
was so closely gathered near,
I never thought to look and
see if it was here!

God tried to hide His smile,
but I saw it anyway,
and I thanked Him for the
message He let me see today.

My life may be hard at times,
and I wonder if I’m sane,
but God has given me a mission,
so crystal and so clear,
it is to love and care each day
for the ones that
He brings near.

© Elaine Wood-Lane

And so we come down to the last day of the month of April and the last day of NaPoWriMo for 2015. I have enjoyed doing this so much! It has been a challenge, I will admit, but I am very glad I participated. Besides the joy of writing so many poems, I have met a lot of really neat and great people all over the world! If anyone had ever told me, even a year ago, that I would get to meet so many people and actually do what I love while doing so, I wouldn’t have believed them.

I hope we can stay in touch!

Peace and love, Elaine

Walking Among the Seasons|NaPoWriMo Day 29

My love and I wander along
the rose path of life,
sweet smelling, but also
bearing possible thorns.

We walk on through
the full summer night.
Moon shines on the ancient mountain
and we hear the murmur of the river
behind us.

We are quiet, but
slowly, a happy seed blossoms,
which will grow between our spirits
and will be seen in full bloom
in the summers of our future.

Then, God willing,
we will walk together through
colorful fall leaves,
and sacred, pure white snow,
before finally moving onto
the azure heavens,
where we will finally
get to meet Him together.

© Elaine Wood-Lane

The suggestion for today’s poem was to write a review in poetry form. I wasn’t too inspired to write a review so I decided to go another way where my thoughts have wandered lately. I think I might have spring fever!

Only one more day of daily poems to go! I’m hoping to keep up the momentum, however, and write on a more regular basis than I was before. I feel that my writing poetry muscle has been toned up and I don’t want to let it get flabby again!

Tomorrow is Poetry In My Pocket day. Look here for information on what it is and how you can participate!

Peace and love,