Saturday, May 30, 2015

When Was the Last Time You Felt Awe?

Awe
by Rachel Hoyt



Along the way
wonder can stray,
end up on glassy ponds.

Amazing things
whip off of wings,
end up inside bird songs.

A night pitch dark
warms with one spark,
each light a sparkling hook.

Always around,
we seek, it's found,
each time we stop to look.

Copyright © 2015 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.


This poem was inspired by an article on Jezebel about the importance of experiencing awe. Recent studies have shown it can make you a nicer person.

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Saturday, May 16, 2015

Do You Ever Feel Like Everyone Wants Your "Spare" Change?

Pocket Change
by Rachel Hoyt

image by hin255

My pockets are always empty.
I never have any spare change.
I pinch and pinch, but my pennies
all seem to roll straight down the drain.

Banks helped me to have 'cash' a plenty
which, at first, seemed a little strange,
then the plastic began to appease
my pockets by pampering their pain.

Perhaps my pockets now envy
the plastic - they asked for your change.
They said, if I steal all your pennies,
my dreams will crawl back up the drain.

Copyright © 2015 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.

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Saturday, April 18, 2015

What Do the California Drought and NaPoWriMo Have in Common? These poems!


Since Governor Jerry Brown ordered Californians to cut back their water use by 25% on the dawn of National Poetry Month, I thought we might write some poems in honor of the drought to help motivate the masses. I've written a few rhymes which you may feel free to pass out for Poem in Your Pocket Day (Friday, April 24th). Or, use them as inspiration to write your own poem. If you need a bit of news to get your creative juices flowing, I recommend this article about how to survive a major drought or this one on water rights.


Pure Genius
by Rachel Hoyt

One quite thirsty entrepreneur
bought water rights just to ensure
the world would drink up
his "thing", fill their cups,
and agree that one pays for what's pure.


2015 Drought
by Rachel Hoyt

The twenty-fifteen drought
made Californian's pout -
their golden state renewed,
their riches far eschewed.


Drought Acrostic
by Rachel Hoyt

Dollars can't buy more sense.
Rinse off your want for Earth.
Order can make times tense,
Unless you feel their worth.
Give thanks for every drip.
Hang on - firm, gentle grip.
To stay half full, don't slip.

Poems Copyright © 2015 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.