Alyce M. NielsonBrooklyn, New York |
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In 1993 I discovered I could write poetry. I use worlds to paint pictures of what I see. Sometimes my poems are words of wisdom, prayers or anecdotes about animals. I'm a member of the International Society of Poets and have been interviewed on the radio broadcast, Poetry Today. My poems are published in anthologies printed by The National library of Poetry and Sparrowgrass Poetry Forum. My Favorite activities are: walking, Tae-Kwon-Do (I'm a black belt), and Tai Chi. I'm a grandmother and I enjoy cooking, baking, playing the organ, knitting, crocheting and needlework. |
The RavenThe raven walked up the handrail to where he would hop onto the lowbranch of the tree. He turned around, cocked his head, then looked at me. A drop of rain fell on his beak. He shook it off and then he glanced toward the sea. A wall of rain was coming our way so he walked deeper into the tree. Me? I got as wet as I could be. |
Melting GlaciersAs the glacier melts; clean, clear, cold waterswiftly runs down the rocky creek bed; spills over the side of cliffs as water falls; scrambles over pile of boulders as rapids and flows under bridges of snow until it reaches the river where it continues to race toward the sea. Many times on its journeys the melted glacier will quench the thirst of woodland creatures and feed small plants and trees. |
Words are TreasuresWords are treasures that should not be misused.When we choose to express ourselves words are the tools that we use. Words can tell a story about the past, spread the news of a current event or express hope for the future. So keep your words positive, upbeat and kind. Don't let the negative creep into your mind. Choose your words with kindness, compassion and care, so that they can bring joy to others and not despair. |
Most Southern TipClose to the southern most tip of the United States stands a wind farmwhere three-blade windmills drone on and on. The continuous whine is an eerie sound. On a dark moonless night no one would hang around. |