Day 97 of The 100 Day Poetry Project

 Day 97 of The 100 Day Poetry Project

I've been thinking a lot about my future and how I want to live the rest of my life.
So this poem is a metaphor and an important reminder to continue to drive your own life and not to take a back seat.

My students graduated on June 9th so this is also a poem for them, to say it's ok to make mistakes and change your mind. We are all on our own journeys, traveling different roads in life. So get in the car and drive! Be the driver of your own life.

Day 96 of The 100 Day Poetry Project

Day 96 of The 100 Day Poetry Project

Woke up this morning and a June bug was handing onto the screen door for dear life. She hung on all day until my husband flicked her off. I kind of grew attached to seeing the big bug hang out for the day. I am not a fan of June bugs and thankfully they aren't around long but they make good subject matter for a poem. The birds probably enjoy June bug snacks in the morning since most of them don't survive the night.

Day 95 of The 100 Day Poetry Project

 Day 95 of The 100 Day Poetry Project

In the early evening on Memorial day, my daughter and I visited Willow River State Park in Wisconsin and went to see the waterfalls and did a 2-mile hike. While we were walking we saw a lot of beautiful wild Phlox and noticed all the bumblebees. My daughter turned to me and said " this must be the place where bumblebees gather." I did some research and learned there are 255 different varieties of bumblebees and 46 varieties buzz around the United States and they are master pollinators.

Day 94 of The 100 Day Poetry Project

 Day 94 of The 100 Day Poetry Project

I met with my poetry book club tonight to discuss Marrow, Muscle, Flight by Gary Boelhower. The author/poet was there as well and from tonight's prompt to write about the frost I wrote this poem about my grandma and her journey of dying from lung cancer. Not a day goes by that I don't think about her and miss her.

Day 93 of The 100 Day Poetry Project

 Day 93 of The 100 Day Poetry Project

May 25th is my son's birthday and it's also the one-year anniversary of the day that George Floyd was killed. I've tried writing about this day multiple times. I think this poem captures how I'm feeling today. So much love and hope for my son and so much grief for George and his family.

Day 92 of The 100 Day Poetry Project

Day 92 of The 100 Day Poetry Project

I went for a walk in the meadow and saw my magic tree tonight. It reached its limbs out to me and I stopped to say hello and admire its beauty. It really is a beautiful tree and since I've written about it before in my poems, I feel a strong connection to it. Tonight the sunset was magical so I need to write about it and the magnificent tree together. As I write this the June Bugs are committing suicide by slamming into my windowpanes, drawn in by the light.

Day 91 of The 100 Day Poetry Project

 Day 91 of The 100 Day Poetry Project

I teach a political unit in AP Human geography and I have an assignment about walls that different countries have built to separate themselves and keep them safe from others and I was thinking about the internal walls that humans put up to protect themselves from danger real and imagined. I'm trying to break down my walls but they are tall and wide and deep and they have been there a long time. Safety is really a facade and these walls we build internally or walls we build to separate one country from another really do more harm than good. I feel like the walls I hide behind really limit me.

Day 90 of The 100 Day Poetry Project

 Day 90 of The 100 Day Poetry Project

OK, I am so enjoying summer. I'm so glad school is over and am happy to be enjoying lazy days and adventures. All the things in this poem remind me of summer and they remind me of my youth and college days living in Frogtown with my grandma. I loved going camping with my parents to my grandparents lake lot in the summer. June bugs scare the crap out of me and I still hear them hit my window panes.

What reminds you of summer?

Day 89 of The 100 Day Poetry Project

 Day 89 of The 100 Day Poetry Project

I've visited the Roman and Greek ruins and initially that was what I was going to write about but something else came out instead. I thought about all the people who have come before me and paved the way so that I could live the life I am living. We stand on the shoulders of many who lift us up.
It's never too late to rebuild your life or begin again.

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Day 88 of The 100 Day Poetry Project

 Day 88 of The 100 Day Poetry Project

Today I was listening to a podcast called Live Awake by Sarah Blondin and she said we need to learn how to feed ourselves love and it really stuck with me and I had to write it down and create a poem around it. I love Sarah Blondin and her mediations. She has helped me to grow, accept and love myself. I'm still a work in progress. Every day we have to make time to love ourselves by doing things we love and taking time to practice self-care.