Time and other Poems by Leanne Dyck

After reading Leaving Now, I asked author Arleen Pare, "You write such lovely prose. What's your secret?"

She said, "I also write poetry." And she encouraged me to try.

Yeah, right? Me? I can't...

I don't know if I will ever be comfortable calling myself a poet--but I have written some poems.

photo by ldyck

I've assembled a collection of my best poems. And if you click the titles the link will take you to the poem. Happy reading. 

Leanne Dyck's Poetry Collection

Studying Poetry

Dog Hair

Her First Crush 

Let the Sunshine In

In the Wind

Devotion

He Makes Me Feel

What Genre?

Blessed be

2020 Meditation

How do you get published?

Byron did

Avalon

How a Lifetime is Measured

And a new one...

Time

I was waiting for the bus 
when he asked, "Do you have the time?"

When we're young we have all the time in the world--

storytime, playtime, snack time, nap time

We grow older and we get busy.

We no longer have time.

We must make time.

If we grow too old, we have too much time on our hands.

But we never know when our time is up.

Time, invest it wisely

for we can't stop it or turn it back.

He asked, "Do you have the time?"

He glanced at my watch. 
The sound of the approaching bus made him grin. 
"Right on time," he said.

Next Sunday Evening...

Be Gentle (short story)

 Leanne Dyck

How do you express strength?

Are you following me?

Facebook

Twitter

Linked In

Sharing my author journey...

'Abby offering a kiss to her friend Reba'

photo by ldyck

An extra poem...

Spring Cleaning (short story) by Leanne Dyck

'Spring' ldyck

Mom didn't hide her disdain for our messy basement. "Oh, that man and his endless clutter."
So when Mom and Dad left for the day, I rolled-up my sleeves and descended the stairs. Rock walls and floor, I felt like a bear in a cave. In a corner, a room was framed in 4 x 4. Inside:  rows and rows, towers and towers of boxes. Dad's stuff.
My plan:  anything of value would stay; trash would go.
Many of the boxes were full of books--mostly Reader's Digests:  mildew copies, some dating back to the 1920s. I tore out interesting articles and trashed the rest.
When my parents returned I was thrilled to show them the progress I'd made.
Looking back, I'm amazed at Dad's reaction. He didn't scream or blame. He just looked at the remains of his collection with calm acceptance. 

photo ldyck

Next post: How I Wrote my First Book
This article was published in a knitting newsletter several years ago. On Sunday, April 15 at (approximately) 5 PM PT, I'll share it with you. Now, years later, I don't agree with everything I wrote but... I do bravely on.

'Abby supervising docking' ldyck

Sharing My Author Journey...