Y is for Yesterday. #AtoZChallenge #NAPOWRIMO

Photo taken of me in 1991 while in CO.

(c) 2017, by Pamela Schloesser Canepa

Yesterday I was young,

but a new day has begun.

Every day is youngest at its dawn

If I look ahead I can go on.

 

Yesterday has brought me here,

why would I deny it?

Yet, I can’t stop at yesterday,

Nor can I sit beside it.

 

Let’s sing a song of yesterday,

when we were fresher, younger,

then put such thoughts safely away,

and as new people, strive onward.

*I’ve joined the April A to Z Blogger’s Challenge!  Can you believe it’s almost over?  I’ve just about done it!  Each day this month, I have written something based on the next letter in the alphabet.  It’s been challenging and fun while giving me a chance to pause for reflection as well.

Want to know more about the A-Z blog challenge?  Visit http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com

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U is for Underdog. #AtoZChallenge

Photo courtesy of Pixabay.

Beware the underdog
Who is simply a wolf
In the clothes of the last sheep
He roughed up.

#AtoZChallenge I am blogging for every letter of the alphabet in the month of April. Each post will tell you a little something about me. This one is a free verse poem that is a spin on the old proverb and speaks as to some of my experiences.  I have long befriended the underdog.  Still, when the underdog becomes king of the hill simply due to his victim story, don’t be the one who put him there.  Especially if he stepped on you to get there.  Was it his main aim to simply be king?  Then he’s not too concerned with the other underdogs, and there are plenty in this world.  Nothing original in these thoughts here; it’s a story as old as time itself.  Steeped in metaphors.

Each day I will write something based on the next letter in the alphabet.  It’s been fun so far, yet it has really given me a chance to pause for reflection as well.

Want to know more about the A-Z blog challenge?  Visit http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com

 

T is for Tree. #AtoZChallenge

T is for Tree, a poem by Pamela Schloesser Canepa, (c) 2017.

The wind rustles through
The branches of a tree,
As if I hear a voice
Calling to me.

You sent your message,
A whisper on the wind
Telling me that all is well,
And I may begin again.

**This post is part of my A to Z Blogger’s Challenge. My theme is “about me.” Not too difficult, right? This post reflects a peaceful walk after a hectic day that included, among other things, a fire in the oven that required the fire extinguisher. No joke! Let’s start over anew tomorrow, please.

Each day I will write something based on the next letter in the alphabet.  It’s been fun so far, yet it has really given me a chance to pause for reflection as well.

Want to know more about the A-Z blog challenge?  Visit http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com

M is for Mother. #AtoZChallenge

Mom in her youth, holding her baby brother.

“Mother,” by Pamela Schloesser Canepa

An icon of strength,

Mother paved the way for me,

Courage led by faith.

 

(c) 2017, All rights reserved

**The AtoZ Challenge theme for my blog is “Who I am.” Yes, it’s wide open.  In April, I will blog from A to Z to include little tidbits about me, poems I’ll share, and stories. Each day I will write something based on the next letter in the alphabet.  It’s been fun so far, yet it has really given me a chance to pause for reflection as well.

Want to know more about the A-Z blog challenge?  Visit http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com

 

 

 

E is for Eighties, as in 1980s! #AtoZChallenge

  Here I am in TN at Hands Across America, 1984 or 1985, with my Olivia Newton- John hairstyle.  🙂  I forgot to wear sunglasses, so I’m squinting.

 

The 1980s, a Free Verse Reflection, (c) 2017

by Pamela Schloesser Canepa

Now I call them the days of my youth,

the moments of my folly,

as I binge watch Stranger Things.

Let us speak of the 1980s,

Of David Bowie, Prince,

Robin Williams, and Great White.

Let us dance in the Purple Rain,

With our waterproof fuchsia lipstick.

Let me dream of a college degree

while I try to look like Madonna

in crushed midnight eyeliner,

flirting with boys

who care to waste my time.

While Phil Collins is still young,

and the Cure’s just setting in,

let me marvel at this time,

before I wake up from this dream.

I’ll still channel my inner eighties girl at times (minus the fuchsia lipstick)!

 

**The AtoZ Challenge theme for my blog is “Who I am.” Yes, it’s wide open.  In April, I will blog from A to Z to include little tidbits about me, poems I’ll share, and stories. Each day I will write something based on the next letter in the alphabet.  It’s been fun so far!

Want to know more about the A-Z blog challenge?  Visit http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/

D is for Dog. A haiku. #AtoZChallenge #NAPOWRIMO

A haiku in honor of Bixby, the one who is always excited to see me and go places with me!

By Pamela Schloesser Canepa

 

A Haiku

This is what I see:

Man with a dog in the rain.

HE is not alone.

 

*Photo taken 2015, Prisma filter added.

Epitaph #NAPOWRIMO #howtoberemembered

This is my way back Grandfather’s (3 or more back) gravestone.  It commemorates his service in the Civil War.  He was an immigrant from England who earned citizenship and  fought on our Union side.  Do you ever think, what would I want my gravestone to commemorate?  If just one thing, what should it be?  I glimpsed one of my old poems today, and thought, this last couplet, is exactly what I would want to commemorate my life:

~Epitaph~

Pam would never sit behind a closed door

For every dream she reached, she always dreamed one more.

copyright 2016, 4/27.  Pamela Schloesser Canepa

“Dreams” In honor of NAPOWRIMO

“Dreams” 

Free Verse by Pamela Schloesser Canepa

copyright 2005

At twilight

Dreams sit at the edge of our consciousness

Delighting, or disturbing us

 Watching like a mindreader,

      coaxing us

     To

     Stay

    Where  they are….

And to fall back into them when our slight awareness stirs.

 Then, they dart away like a cat-eyed burglar in black who can never be caught…at the crack of dawn with the alarm’s annoying alert to the living.

     When most of us wake up and leave them behind…

    (But some of them can be caught)……

co. 2005, Pamela Schloesser Canepa