Poetry Friday Anniversary Post

It's Poetry Friday!  Today's poetic offerings are being hosted by Amy Ludwig VanDerwater at The Poem Farm!  Thanks, Amy!

First, I want to post a poem I wrote on the spur of the moment when I was looking for Kiesha Shepard's blog.  I searched and found her From Pens to Paint blog where she tells of refinishing furniture.  While on From Pens to Paint, I came across this post about some end tables she'd painted using "flour sack white milk paint". Some words came to mind which I had to write down.
And these are they:

Flour-Sack White

Flour-sack white cottage
In an unmown field -
Memories still linger
Where the paint has peeled.
Sheets and socks blow gently
Drying in the sun,
Barrel by the backdoor
Expecting rain to run;
Windows bring the day in,
Shifting shadow’s light
On worn bits of treasure
In flour-sack cottage white.
Wide fields, stretched forever,
Dry to golden brown,
As the sun of summer
Earlier sets down.
Autumn days of harvest
Must draw to their end;
Winter winds will whistle,
Milk white days to spend
Inside this hidden cottage,
Snow drifts all around,
Sitting ‘round the fireplace
Waiting for the sounds;
Welcoming the springtime,
Birds’ and breeze in tune;
Flour-sack milk white cottage
Joins the joyous croon;
White sheets slap on clothesline,
Stockings flap like wings;
Through another season
Flour-sack cottage sings.

Donna JT Smith, 2016

Then I can't not mention that today is our 44th wedding anniversary.  The love of my life and I have been married, happily, for 44 years today.  We met on the first day of my Junior year in college - his Senior year, were engaged by Christmas, and married a week before starting my Senior year and his Graduate studies.  When it is right, you just know it, so there is no wasting time.
I made my wedding gown, bought a yellow rose to carry, hand wrote in calligraphy (the best I could learn in a couple of weeks) all my invitations and reply cards, bought three different sized marble cakes to stack and decorate with yellow on my own, found a cute church, a willing minister to marry us and church ladies to supply sandwiches, chips, pickles, lemonade and coffee.  My brother took pictures of the wedding, my dad paid Guy Grube (the minister), we got hitched... and are staying hitched for life!  Staying married was a given.  The D word never got mentioned.  That was never an option.  And so we learned to grow together.

I think today, some or many just assume that divorce is an option if (and there is never an "if" because they will) times get tough.  We did not expect things to always run smoothly, but we did expect that we would see them through together and come out on the other side better for it.  Nowadays we too easily decide to give up.  Early on my parents told me that you can't run away from yourself.  A new place was not going to fix things.  What needed to be fixed was inside you.  And that is how I've lived my life, and so has my husband.  We do not live a drama-filled life, as we are led to believe is the norm from tv... there are no "in your face" moments.  There are no statements or ultimatums thrown out that are hard to come back from.

"If you can't say something nice, don't say nothing at all..." has always been our motto - thank you Thumper.

That said, though, I must say that my husband makes it easy to say nice things.  I think I chose well in the husband department.  I have a poem started that I wrote for him, but I'm not satisfied with it yet.  So it will have to wait.

I cannot always just make a poem happen, I guess.  Sometimes I can.  This time I can't!  So, again, "If you can't say something nice, don't say nothing at all!"

Next Friday: Sharing Buffy Silverman's Summer Poetry Exchange poem, maybe my anniversary poem, and a bit of news about a poem...


  1. Donna, first of all you wrapped up all of the seasons in a wonderful poem full of rhyme and visual images. Secondly, congratulations on a glorious married life with a fabulous mantra. Best of luck on the next set of married life years.

  2. Congratulations on your anniversary!! My parents, who have been married 47 years, had been dating for two months when they got hitched. As you say, when it's right, it's right.
    Enjoyed your Kiesha-inspired poem!

  3. Isn't it funny, how inspiration strikes. I like your image of stockings flapping like wings, and milk-white days is lovely. As is the story of 44 years lived loved. Congratulations.

  4. Love love love your poem, Donna. I think it's my favorite of all the ones you've shared here so far. Flour-sack cottage sings! Love the seasonal imagery and cozy details. And Happy Anniversary!! We recently celebrated our 38th. :)

  5. Your meeting and marriage time mirrored mine, Donna, and I congratulate you on your wonderful 44 years. Best wishes on and on! Your poem is so sweet, kind of like a marriage too, through all those seasons. Now you have me looking forward to your next news!

  6. When I was growing up, my dad always used to say, "Jane, what did Thumper say?" when I'd said something mean or naughty. :)

  7. That was glorious - so much to visualize and enjoy in your poem, Donna. And...Happy Anniversary!

  8. Your poem just took my breath away, Donna. You took me through this marriage of the seasons, weaving in all the stitches of life. Happy anniversary and many more! I can't wait to hear what's next.

  9. Happy Anniversary, and add my accolades for your poem. So evocative. I want to live in that cabin for a year and experience the seasons there...

  10. Happy Anniversary to you and your hubby, such a long time to never think about the D word! Well done both of you. And yes, speaking kindly is key to any long relationship. Great poem, too. Such an artistic out-pouring from a finely named color.

  11. I love your poem, and happy anniversary!

  12. Flour sack white is such a great descriptive! Happy anniversary.

  13. The images in that poem are so concrete, so simple and beautiful. I love how you found inspiration in Kiesha's paint post and how you grew that inspiration into a place where we all wish to gather! Happy anniversary and many more! We just hit 21. :) xx


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