Poem of the Day Project

March 7, 2026

The line is drawn in the
sand as we stroll
along the shores -
stepping over shells -
detritus from the depths
of the past.
Our toes dip into the
emerging waves -
gentle in their approach
at low tide.
The cold emanates through
bone and sinew - deep within
our bodies - a shock
on a warm summer’s day.

We juxtapose the
wildness of the sea as
our compact forms -
so clearly defined by
skin, hair, and clothing.
Our images are shrouded
by protective covering -
reminiscent of the exterior
of the oyster shell.

We continue our journey,
the footing difficult,
our toes, connecting -
grabbing - sinking -
becoming - boundaries - blur -
our images fade
into dappled sunlight,
our voices lost within the
call of an osprey, and
the waves breaking on shore.

We become the sea - we are cradled - swaddled
in time.

Our hands join.

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I wrote and published my first blog post on May 26, 2009. I was about to turn 36 and had been accepted to Mount Holyoke College as a non-traditional student, on my way to completing a Bachelor of Arts in English with a minor in Medieval Studies. I had managed, finally, to know what general direction I was traveling. As a self proclaimed voracious reader I knew that I needed a vocation that would allow me to engage daily with words: reading words, writing words, and hearing words. I also needed to eat, so I navigated my way to a teaching position and I began to fine tune my craft. I love to teach and I love my students, but I also needed to continue to hone my own literary technique, voice, and style. I continued my education in order to delve deeper into literature, making connections, and most definitely, writing. I gained more confidence as a reader as well as a writer of both creative and analytical text. That first blog post in 2009 is short, the writing average, and the topic mundane, but as I continued to learn from other writers I began to understand that to become a better writer I needed to write more. Each time I write and release a poem, a post, or a story, I hone my skills. I invite you along for the ride, for this journey of mine as I attempt to wrangle a wealth of ideas and competing directions into an organized freshly paved path to publication. I might get distracted along the way, but sometimes those detours lead us to amazing views and new friends. 

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