Sharing Sunday could not ignore this powerhouse poem from Christina Strigas:
First time I almost died was before I was even born. Miracle baby, the doctor said. Nowadays it’s only breech eyes closed but in ’68 it was some kind of miracle that my mom still tells me like it’s the first time what a story to hear over and over again. In 1971 a needle […]
Sharing Sunday
SHARING SUNDAY; Drops (Cinquain)
Sharing Sunday’s third poem is Drops from Anita Lubesh and it’s breathtaking.
Anita’s blog is http://www.writingasitcomes.wordpress.com

Rain’s cool,
clear consciousness
evaporates with dawn;
teardrops tasting of fresh mourning
explode.
SHARING SUNDAY; Contoocook
Todays second reblog for Sunday Sharing is Contoocook from Paul F. Lenzi, a poem bursting with nature and alive with beauty from his blog http://www.poesypluspolemics.com.
“Contoocook River, Henniker New Hampshire” by Exponential Terrestrial Pedestrian
running north
cold and clean
bass and trout
flourish under
blue freewheeling
shadows of
eagle and heron
tall high-stepping
sure-footed moose
wade and wash
at the liveliest
whitewater fringes
of nursery pools
where spawned
salmon first learn
independence
and swim with
conviction that
here is a place
they can eagerly
live free or die