Better Late Than Never

* Oh, dear.  I apologize in advance.  This post is too long.  Pick ONE part of it.  Don't let it overwhelm you, as overwhelms me now looking at it....for someone who has nothing to write, it is certainly full of words!  I am sick today, but am slowly making my way through all the poem offerings.  I'm hoping doses of poetry will get me feeling better! *

Life has just been taking priority over writing...and when the writing DOES occur, Facebook posting has taken precedence over blog posting.  So here's a recap and I apologize to those who have already read these on Facebook. 
I am sharing my two poems that I sent to Erin Mauger for Tabatha Yeatts' Winter Exchange.
I am posting the poem I wrote for Jone Rush MacCulloch's New Year Postcard Exchange (see FB for why you didn't get a postcard from me...but might someday. Surprise!).
And this first poem is one written in response to a painting I found recently at a thrift store.  I reminds me of "home" in winter.

Oil painting I purchased at a thrift store last week

Winter Harbor

Blotchy the clouds
Frozen the sky
Ice bedecked traps
Yet gulls still fly
No thought for winter
All wind's the same
It's only the snow
That changes the game
Where beaches are empty
No harboring seal
But look to the ocean
Where lobster boats reel
Slicing through waves
Reflecting the gale
Riding out winter
The breaker of frail.

by Donna JT Smith, Jan. 26, 2019
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Postcard Exchange Bookmark for Erin Mauger

 Journal

If ever you
  wander,
  wander dreamily;
If ever you
  wonder,
  wonder mightily;
If ever you
  dream,
  dream fantastically;
If ever you
  wish,
  wish majestically;
If ever you
  wander,
  wonder,
  dream or wish
     take me,
Together you
   and I
   will write
   what we
      can see.

by Donna JT Smith

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New Year Postcard Exchange poem - not sent

Moonlight

dappled
dimpled
light of night
shine on us
in purest white
light the dark
in shades of gray
till the glow
of dawning day
stippled
rippled
seemly bright
carry me
above my plight
reflective of
the light above
gliding wings
of Noah's dove
simple wimple
of a cloud
wrapping you
in whitish shroud
from behind you
shyly peer
foreshadowing
of morning clear

by Donna JT Smith, Jan. 2019
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Winter Exchange Poem for Erin Mauger

Journeys

Travel far and travel wide,

Journey to a place inside.

Pull the door and settle in,

Write a tale of ocean's spin.

Feel the waters sharp and cold

Turn into wide fields of gold,

Where the seaweed covered ledges

Dissipate and morph to hedges.

Starfish undulate their feet,

Float to heaven's stars to meet

Moon snails dancing on Bear's turf,

As snowy drifts engulf the surf.

You're unconfined in worlds sublime

And hold the key to transcend time;

Just write it all with open mind;

Naught restricts the paths you'll find.

Write it all with open heart;

Begin the end and start the start.

Instead of rocks and sand and snail,

Your story's grown another tale.

by Donna JT Smith, 12/1/2018

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Happy Groundhog Day on Saturday.  Have a beautiful Sunday, too.

Looking forward to feeling much better by the time you read this!

For more poetry, please check out the links at The Opposite of Indifferece where Tabatha is hosting Poetry Friday today.

*This was not "publishing" so I had to close Blogger and reopen.  Of course upon reopening, there was nothing here. Good thing I had done a "select" and "copy"  beforehand, just in case, and that "paste" worked or there would be no post, because I'm worn out.