Monday, October 12, 2015

Basketball Dreams

Photo © Abdullah Bin Sahl, Flickr Creative Commons
I recently deleted this poem from a collection I'm working on because it didn't quite fit, but I can't leave it sitting in my computer. This one is for you,  Deb Gonzales.


Big boys, rough boys,
Tough boys, tall,
Spin, fly, jump high
For the ball.

Half court, hard court,
Concrete heat,
Grab, jab, dribble,
Light swift feet.

One girl, small girl
Leans, hopes, stares,
Holds fast dreams of
Ball, net, air:

Shouts HEY, I'll play,
Let me in.
Boys freeze, watch girl
Jump, fly, spin.

© 2014 Stephanie Ledyard

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

For yesterday's black bird

Photo by jnyemb, Flickr Creative Commons

Crow Knows

Gray day:
murky pall
casts shade
upon all.
Sun's glare,
a white wall,
beats through
the dim sprawl.
No rain
falls anew,
no rest
from dull hue.
Black bird
with high view,
seems to know
what to do:
Bobs head,
looks around,
fluffs tail,
peers down
from high roof,
with no sound,
mocks me
on the ground.
© 2015 Stephanie Parsley Ledyard
Inspired, of course, by a Monday Poetry Stretch from The Miss Rumphius Effect, the blog that has kept me writing even when I didn't think I had the focus to find the words. This poetry form is called a Cheuh-chu. Really!

Monday, May 4, 2015

Another tree poem here ...

Flickr Creative Commons: ZaCky


Old tree stretches giant arms wide.

Among her branches treasures hide:
Time-faded kite tail,
Half a light-blue shell,
Brown squirrel,
A small child.

© 2015 Stephanie Parsley Ledyard

Thanks once again to The Miss Rumphius Effect's Monday Poetry Stretch (this one from a month or so back), to write a Clogyrnach. It was an adventure to write. And say. Clogyrnach. 

Tuesday, February 17, 2015


Flickr creative commons: OAPHOTO


This swing
has wings
to fly
me high.
My feet
can't beat
this seat
for thrill
and sky.

© 2015 Stephanie Parsley Ledyard

Thanks to The Miss Rumphius Effect for the poetry stretch: create a monometer, a poem in which each line has only one stress.

Friday, October 31, 2014

In Progress: On My Porch

Some mornings, Natalie wants to go outside and wave Aaron off to work in the dark. Occasionally, we'll stay and watch the morning come, and even though it makes us behind on some other things, it's a magical start to the day.

Flickr Creative Commons: The Auto Motovated Cyclist

On My Porch


On my porch,
there is a small chair for me
and a rocking chair for my grandmother.
But we both sit on the step,
our bare feet flat
on the cool sidewalk,
to watch the morning come.
Grandmother wraps me in my old baby quilt.
The street lamp scatters
light through our tree onto the ground,
like a painting
in the big museum.

Not so far off, the highway
already rushes and hums
like a seashell held to my ear,
and I think of my mother
riding to work on the bus,
and the people in cars going to jobs
in tall buildings,
and maybe children in the back seats,
looking up at the very same sky.

Darkness hangs like sleep
in my eyes.

© 2014 Stephanie Parsley

Friday, June 27, 2014

Thinking on quiet things

Photo © 2013 Stephanie Parsley, taken as my family returned
from what was likely a not-so-quiet fishing expedition

This week's stretch at The Miss Rumphius Effect is all about quiet, something I treasure. The poem below started as a list poem from my writing time yesterday with a friend, using a prompt from The Practice of Poetry: Writing Exercises from Poets Who Teach.

What You Will Need

A body of water
A day not too hot
A pole not too heavy
A light, long string

A worm and a hook
The stomach to pierce a small, squirming thing
A boat
Or a quiet spot

A pleasant companion
Or none
Attention to pay
Patience for waiting
          and waiting

Eyes to see the bobber bob or the water move
Hands for tugging and reeling a catch
A mouth to exclaim
Or breath for a sigh

The will to take startled creature in hand
The skill for dislodging sharp things
The hunger to hold the club and the knife
Or the heart to give it all back

A body of water
A pole and a string
A pleasant companion
Or none

The words to tell and tell the tale
Or the memory to keep,

© 2014 Stephanie Parsley

Thursday, May 15, 2014

Beach Haiku

Photo © Andreas Fozzman, Flickr Creative Commons
How to Find a Shark's Tooth Fossil

Sift sand, search shore, ‘til
Wave withdraws, revealing a
Miniscule jewel

© 2013 Stephanie Parsley