~ Alison Peace
@irishali13
Mom. Poet. Published: Canada-Paddler Press. Texas Poetry. Poetry World. Wax Poetry & Art. Dem. Ally. Educator, Linguistics & Literacy. Doctoral Candidate, ABD.
Poem for Tuesday ~Clementine von Radics There Is The Worst And Then There Is More —Stop, darling. You are soft and alive. You bruise and heal. Cherish it. It is what you were born to do.
Poem for Monday If I Had Three Lives ~SARAH RUSSELL —If I had three lives, I'd marry you in two./The other? Perhaps that life over there, sitting alone, writing - a memoir, maybe a novel, or this poem. I'd walk the beach at sunrise /And I'd wonder sometimes if I'd ever find you.
Poem for Sunday ORANGES & THE OCEAN ~Ada Limón —Valencia in the nineties, nowhere were the oranges, except one slight site from the train's blur. I burnt my nipples right off the bat...
Poem for Saturday My Crow ~ Raymond Carver —A crow flew into the tree outside my window. That never fit in anywhere in its life. / It sat there on the branch for a few minutes. —Then picked up and flew beautifully out of my life.
—the 13 days between July 27 and Aug 8 are always the longest of the year. 🤍
—Happy Friday It's been a long week here in WA State. I hope you all stay safe and find some joy & relief amid everything. 🌻🌼🌻
Poem for your Friday 🍑 ~ Chaia Heller After Language —When all the drowsy metaphors about women and fruit have been peeled and devoured; there's just you, me a bowl full of summer peaches...
Be the woman who fixes another woman's crown without telling the world it was crooked. ⭐️
a poem I've been working on the painting ~ Alison Peace —the summer I sat looking at my Chagall painting but I found no answers/I looked for you, inside the painting, and outside in the world, hoping I'd find you In every place I looked —But I never did
Poem for Thursday 💫 ~ Dr. Maya C. Popa - Reprise You were a child, and I will never have a child with you. On earth, it will matter little that we met, our days like rivers at the mouth of a sea so cold, so quiet, so blue.
—As It Turns Out It was always the simple things like holding hands And laughing blue jeans and T-shirts dancing in the kitchen hearing you sing songs —As it turns out It was always those simple things I wanted to do For the rest of my life, the rest of my life - with you ~Alison Peace
IN 150 CHARACTERS OR LESS ~Nikita Gill —Everything is on fire, but everyone I love is doing beautiful things and trying to make life worth living, and I know I don't have to believe in everything, but I believe in that.
Poem for Tuesday I Remember —Anne Sexton —By the first of August, the invisible beetles began to snore/we took our gin warm and neat from old jelly glasses/one day I tied my hair back with a ribbon/what I remember best is that the door to your room was the door to mine.
Poem for Monday All I Have Left ~ Kristina Mahr This is all I have left, this handful, this small bunch I won't give up. We drive through a light as it turns yellow, and you look over at me and smile. (It's one of the ones I keep.) 🤍
— Yesterday at 4:30, I was on a level 3 fire evacuation. I have to say, I've been through hurricanes, earthquakes, tornadoes, and this Spokane, WA fire 🔥 has been one of the most stressful for me personally. My whole local family evacuated safely. No word on houses. I revised my poem Fire Season
—new poem - refraction of light I can't tell you all the things life has done to me I'm not broken - refraction of light moves through me I'm pieces of who I used to be I'm not who I was Not yet who I'm going to be - refraction of light ~ Alison Peace
Friends — Happy July. ⭐️ I hope you all have a happy, safe holiday. I'm taking some time away, as it's been a real superfantastic year so far. — Cheers to the 2nd half. ⭐️
