Archive for ‘Alanna’

October 20, 2021

Said the Tree to the Sky

by Alanna

Said the tree to the sky

My limb is broken

I will have to find a new way

To dance with the wind

artwork by the author

for the full post behind this poem visit byalanapass.com

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October 3, 2021

Class 3

by Alanna

The sound of big water

I sit upright

pulse quickening

paying full attention with my body

the rapid comes into view

I spot my line

scouting for boulders, whirlpools

obstacles

that could flip my boat

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August 17, 2021

Unprecedented

by Alanna

Unprecedented

temperatures

draught

wildfires

storms

flooding

hospitalizations

deaths

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July 26, 2021

Owl Pellets

by Alanna

 by Alanna Pass

Owl pellet definition: “A regurgitated pellet of bones, hair, and other indigestible parts of an owl’s prey”

sketch by the author

I am learning to write like a great horned owl

I sit on a high perch

so that I may swivel my head in all directions

observing, listening, smelling

for inspirational prey

I leave my perch at a moment’s notice

a presence detected

with a silent swoop I spread my wings

extend my outstretched talons

and snatch my prey before possible escape

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July 2, 2021

One Hundred Sixteen Degrees Fahrenheit

by Alanna

Even the bees pant and drink deeply

in a cluster at the edge of the birdbath

My flowers wilt in the searing heat

dropping their petals to survive

their leaves sunburn

The cats stay under the house

cooled by damp earth

A young pigeon sits on the lawn

in a heat-induced torpor

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June 10, 2021

Garlic Scapes

by Alanna

Amid the crossing linear foliage

I spot them

heads nodding

shyly on slim necks

stems curving

with gestures of

graceful  ballerinas

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May 29, 2021

The Color of My Roses

by Alanna

In late spring their blooms bid me

hello and farewell several times a day

my Dublin Bay roses that climb

the walkway arbor

a red, so delicious, so powerful

they command my attention

reaching deep in my passings

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April 23, 2021

Walking Up the Mountain- an Earth Day Poem

by Alanna

How can I honor

you who feeds my body

and my soul

who provides me respite

from this troubled word?

I will walk up the mountain

through the meadow

through the wood

I will nod to your blessed

the iris , the camas, the fawn lilly

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April 4, 2021

The Road Taken

by Alanna
Prompt “the road not taken” NaPoWriMo
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March 12, 2021

Zander’s Gift

by Alanna

He is the fraidy one

but this morning he chooses me

popping up on my quilted lap

his purr inviting me

to cradle his sweet body

love his ears

and the soft fur of his belly

In this simple encounter

I breathe deeply

inhale our mutual contentment

savor that for this moment

all’s right with the world

Photo by the author

For the backstory on this poem visit byalannapass.com

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January 2, 2021

A Toast for 2021

by Alanna

It’s the season of new

the Earth has spun through the heavens

and arrived at the place we call the beginning

a bookmark we humans have put in the order of things

the New Year, the first day of the first month of the 21st year of the 21st century

All is new, yet all the same

a cycle in a continuum of millennia

yet a comfort that we have a fresh start in our minds

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December 21, 2020

Winter Solstice At Midnight

by Alanna

The Darkest Night

It is fairy dark

You can see their

Tiny torches in

The moonless night

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December 7, 2020

Murmurations

by Alanna

I am not fond of starlings

But in late autumn

Sometimes they crowd in the treetops

In a chirping chorus

Like a reunion of relatives

With an abundance of news to share

Who knows what stirs these rather uninspiring birds

To gather in in such a cacophony

Then on queue as if the din is too much

They rise from their perches to find positions

In an undulating dance that wafts over harvested fields.

They dip, swirl and twirl as one body

Thousands of avian forms performing with

Ballet grace in the sky

I pause from my walk to watch with reverence

A celebration?

A spiritual rite?

Scientists still don’t know quite how or why

A mystery

But I know magic when I see it

fot the backstory on this post visit byalannpass.com

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November 23, 2020

Stroller Dog

by Alanna

I  missed our walkabouts

His cattle dog body

All worn out

So I bought him a stroller

That saw four children grow

Then fixed it up

So he could go

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October 31, 2020

Kitten

by Alanna

For the backstory on this poem go to byalannapass.com

Image by the author

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October 1, 2020

How Do You Mourn?

by Alanna

How do you mourn a forest?

The universe it contains

Tree, fern, fungus, moss

Lichens draping from branches

How do you mourn the creatures?

That lost their lives

Their homes taken in an inferno of flames

Fanned by devil winds

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September 11, 2020

As Oregon Burns- a poem

by Alanna

As Oregon burns

A dry wind howls from the east

We extinguish the candles

 and do not sleep

As Oregon burns

A black cloud draws across the sky like a flat curtain

Led by the dark horses of the apocalypse

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September 7, 2020

Vole Hola

by Alanna

They appeared slowly

Like stars one by one

Vole holes

Holes from voles

Not a rat, nor mouse, nor mole

But a vole

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August 30, 2020

Why Bother

by Alanna
(Credit: RubberBall / Alamy) via bbc.com

To pick up a stray dog

To swerve for a mouse

To vote

To let another cut in front of you

To pick up litter

To eat less meat

To cook

To mend

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August 14, 2020

P is for Pandemic

by Alanna

For the backstory on this post visit byalannapass.com

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July 17, 2020

Small Acts of Rebellion

by Alanna

Not flossing before bed

Saying no to the news

Watching a movie first thing in the morning

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June 21, 2020

Poem for Summer Solstice

by Alanna

I sought the perfect poem

for this longest day

It was a Goldilocks affair-

this poem too flowery

this poem- what does this one have to do

with Summer Solstice?

None were right

I cannot wear the words of these authors

comfortably

So I must write my own poem

of what the Summer Solstice means to me

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June 7, 2020

Hanging Laundry

by Alanna

Bend, lift, snap, pin

repeat

the basket empties

the lines fill

the mind stills

banners of clothing

undulate with the breath

of a June morning

Image by the author

for the backstory of this poem go to byalannaPass.com

Alanna also blogs at One Sweet Earth (sustainability in small steps)

                                   

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May 4, 2020

There is No Such Thing as Disposable

by Alanna
bird s eye view of landfill during daytime

Our discarded things go somewhere

out of sight

trucked onto sprawling piles of stinking garbage

we call landfills

leaching down into groundwater

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April 26, 2020

Trespass

by Alanna

img_3614-1As I peer through the hole 

enlarged by tiny pecks

the  bird’s white face gazes up warily

feathers spread wide over her nest 

Her eyes plead,

the dark fortress breached

I leave her in peace

never to return

Holding close a sacred memory

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Top image by the author, bottom courtesy marthastewart.com

For the backstory on this poem visit byalannapass.com

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April 5, 2020

New Words on the List

by Alanna

Food

Water

Shelter

-ing in place

Social-

Distancing

 

Heads down

Trying to navigate

this new reality

fragile as a teacup

pure survival for some.

Still, words fly fast

through what medium they can

reaching ears

exiting mouths

pencils held in hands

fingers on keyboards

expression

encouragement

words

 

Food

Water

Shelter

-ing in place

Social-

Distancing

poetry

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For the backstory on this poem visit byalannapass.com

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March 15, 2020

Starting Fresh

by Alanna

 

monalisa-4893660_1920Beyond the scope of our perceptions

They live, thrive even

Unseen

The precursors of life 

That once rose out of primordial goo

Giving rise to our modern-day selves

In the span of millennia

 

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January 1, 2020

A Toast for One One Twenty Twenty

by Alanna

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Image by Alanna Pass

It’s the season of new

the Earth has spun through the heavens

and arrived at the place we call the beginning

a bookmark we humans have put in the order of things

the New Year, the first day of the first month of the 20th year of the second decade of the 21st century

All is new, yet all the same

a cycle in the continuum of millennia

yet a comfort that we have a fresh start in our minds

 

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