Happy Poetry Friday! I'm excited to be back in the round up this week. Thank you to my sweet friend, Carol for the invitation to join in the fun this week! She's hosting for us at her space at Beyond LiteracyLink.

Today, my heart sings. For the past couple of days, I have had a young Purple Martin swallow circling the skies above my yard singing the most beautiful notes I have ever heard. He sings and churtles, hoping to make a friend. His heart song is love. It comes from deep within, as it does from all of us. He shares his song with an open heart for all the world to hear. My hope is that we all continue singing our heart song to share the love within. When we do, we spread the pure joy that lives inside of us.

Heart Song
gladness fills the soul
sing of love and hope once more
a heart song of joy

Our heart speaks to us. Sometimes it's a whisper, and sometimes it's loud and clear! Think about the song of your heart. What does it say to you? Perhaps you can hear it's refrain. Listen closely. Describe what you hear. Have fun writing a heart song poem of your own!

Happy Poetry Friday! It's great to be back in the round up this week. Thank you for visiting the ridge, and please stop by Carol's Corner for more of this week's collection of poetry!

Hope is a beautiful thing, especially when it has wings. It's just the kind of hope I needed after experiencing a difficult time. I remember feeling so lost and detached from a path I wanted to take very much. As humans, we have a yearning to belong, to feel a part of something bigger. We are driven to connect, and remembering connects us to our identity. When I lost sight of my goal and the realization that I might not achieve it, I returned to my memories of hope. It turns out, I had many of them waiting for me in my notebooks to remind me of hope.

While this poem is about waiting with silent hope for my dear Purple Martin swallows to return to the skies, it's more about returning to myself. I needed to remember the things that are most important to me. I needed to find a new hope. And with this new hope, I have found delight in the peaceful way in which it has arrived.

How does remembering help you connect to your identity? Where do you find new hope?

Happy Poetry Friday! It's great to be back in the round-up with friends this week! Rebecca is hosting this week at her space, Sloth Reads. Be sure to drop in there!

I just love the merry merry month of May! There is much to notice and observe. Birds and bugs fill the air. There's a sense of calmness everywhere! This marvelous month has me singing and wanting to write tons of rhyming poems. I came up with this little rhyming poem while I was lying lazily on a blanket in my yard last weekend. I was enjoying a long overdue rest when I noticed all the winged creatures of the air busy in flight. I thought of how wonderful it must feel to stretch your wings and go. I wish you many more May days filled with rest and times of giddy-up and go. Happy May days everyone! 

It's fun to play with rhyming poems! Sometimes when I'm writing a poem and get stuck, I pick a word or two from my poem and make a list of rhyming words. This often helps me get going again so I can generate more ideas for my poem. It can even surprise me by offering a new direction for my poem entirely. So whenever you're stuck, you might try some rhyming word fun! 

Welcome to the ridge! I'm so happy to have Poetry Friday visitors. For more poetry offerings, visit Heidi, at her space, My Juicy Little Universe.

Spring has sprung all over the ridge! It has braved the storm once again. I took one look at this little house, and immediately thought, "What a home for the brave." At that moment, I knew I wanted to capture this idea of being brave as a writer and accepting whatever conditions may come. I imagined the brave bluebirds that would accept this little house as a home, despite the snares and snags along the way. Then, I thought about all of the brave writers I know who do just the same. They face the blank and empty page, trusting that they will have the words to fill it. Just as the bravest of bluebirds fills the little house with moss, and grass , and hope. When you're a writer, you have to be brave, and make a home for your words to grow. So fill the space inside, accepting what comes as good enough, barb after barb, stretch after stretch.

Writers face challenges all the time. One of the greatest challenges writers often face is the blank page. I have to admit, I get stuck a lot! Whenever I feel myself freezing up over a blank page, I remind myself that it's okay to give my pen to the page without knowing where it may go. It's okay to accept what comes. And sometimes what comes, isn't quite what I want it to be, YET. So I keep writing, trusting that words will come! When you're a writer, you have to be brave, and know that your words are enough.

Welcome Poetry Friday friends! It's good to be back after taking a week off to enjoy my first deep breath of summer vacation.  Thanks for stopping by! For more PF offerings, visit Buffy's Blog HERE.
 
I decided to try something different this week. I had never written a haiku before, but I talked myself into giving it a try. I have to admit, I was really nervous. But after reading several beautifully written haikus by many of my Poetry Friday friends, I found the courage to branch out and take a chance. The result is my first haiku! I'm really glad I tried this form of Japanese poetry. It just goes to show, you never know until you try! 

This is an image of the meadow here on the ridge. The wildflowers and weeds are lovely this time of year. I like taking photos of each one to identify it. This way, I can call them by name as I admire them. They have such interesting names you know!

Here is the list of names I used to choose from for my haiku:
queen Anne's lace
meadow parsnip
sand brazoria
wood-sorrel
green-wild Indigo
wild parsley
basil beebalm
fleabane
ironweed

​Sometimes it can be easy to talk yourself out of something before you even give it a try. But you never know until you try. I think this is great advice for writers. Taking a risk and writing outside of your preferred form or genre can be a little scary, but the end results can be quite rewarding. The important thing to remember is to keep writing!  

Happy Poetry Friday! Today, I am sharing one more wonder poem in honor of the Purple Martins' return before my own return to work on another important project. Thank you for visiting me and the Purple Martins this week on the ridge! For more Poetry Friday goodness visit Michelle at Today's Little Ditty.

I wish everyone a week filled with writing and happiness! I am taking next week off to spend some time with my boys and to work on revising my novel. Have a great week! 

Writers often have a project or a series of projects that they are working on. These projects can take on many different forms and have a variety of different purposes depending on the writer's goal or audience. Taking on a project can give your writing focus and can create an energy to keep you on track to fulfilling your writing goals. Have you ever initiated a project for yourself as a writer? If so, how did it go? If you haven't participated in a project before, what kind of project would you choose? Thinking about the genres or topics that interest you can be a great place to start when deciding on a project. So whether you are working on a poetry anthology, magazine article, novel, picture book, or a different type of project; I wish you all the best as you work to achieve your writing project goals!  

Welcome, Poetry Friday visitors! This week I am taking a break from my bird waiting and sharing a poem of... Be sure to squeeze by Heidi's space My Juicy Little Universe, where she is hosting today's round-up.

They're here! The Purple Martins have returned to the ridge at last. Mama and Papa Martin arrived this evening just before sunset. Words can't express how excited I am to have these purple-winged beauties back. Of course, I had to give it a go by drafting a little tribute poem to this traveling pair.

Writers, I do hope each of you continue to live, dream, and write with all your heart. Hopes and dreams do come true when you write. Your words matter. There is hope, still. 

Writers live, dream, and write. I remind myself of this quite often, especially when I am in a slump. It helps me remember that my dreams in this life can come true through words.

​Words matter.
Words are hope.
So Live. Dream. Write.

Howdy, Poetry Friday friends! Thanks for stopping by and visiting me at the ridge where I am writing up a storm about birds while I wait for my favorite spring birds, the Purple Martins, to arrive. While I'm rounding up poems about birds, our friend Karen Edmisten is rounding up words for our round up today. Thanks for hosting, Karen!

Waiting sure is hard sometimes, especially when you want something really bad. For the past couple of weeks, I have been patiently waiting for my Purple Martin bird friends to return. With each passing day, my mind becomes and more consumed with worry that they might not return. Lucky for me, I know what to do while I'm waiting. I write! I write about other bird friends and animal friends that I love. I write about hopes, fears, and things I hold dear. I write about lots of things. Words can be great friends that help to pass the time away through all that waiting.

I have hope that the Martins will arrive, but until they do, I keep writing! After all, I have so many words that want to sprout wings and fly out into the world each day.   

There are times and even places where we tend to spend a lot of time waiting. You might wait in line at a grocery store or at a drive through restaurant. You might even spend time waiting at an airport, subway station, or a doctor's office. So what do you do while you are waiting? Perhaps you read a book or spend time on your phone. Do you write? Writers, my hope for you today and everyday is that you find those spaces in the seams of your life to write. Think of all the words that are waiting to be written!