Effulgence’s Advance (New Poem by Polly Castor)
Clearly, darkness never had a chance
Given blazing effulgence’s habitual advance.
Poetry by me
The Power of a Better Premise (New Poem by Polly Castor)
Can you see how
This different premise
Brings an improved conclusion
Literally resulting
In universal salvation?
We Are Not In Competition (New Poem by Polly Castor)
You are valid.
Me being valid too
does not make you less so.
Practicing Direction (New Poem by Polly Castor)
at least
I’m wet,
exerting,
and not only
languishing about
Easter Links
Sending special Easter love and hugs to each and every one of you. Heaping on you all the blessings of the season.
Needing Spring (New Poem by Polly Castor)
Spring is hiding
underneath there,
somewhere, dormant,
while the clocks change anyway
Our Youngest Turns 21 ( Poem by Polly Castor)
We’re so glad
you came to be with us!
Here’s to another
great trip
around the sun!
We love you!
Faith is Like Light (New Poem by Polly Castor)
Light infuses everything you do…
Light has no mass but it does have momentum…
Visible light takes up only a tiny bit of the spectrum…
Our Marriage Bed (New Poem by Polly Castor)
Our bed is an antique “full,”
rather old fashioned, high up and hard,
with spindles at the head and foot:
it was his grandmother’s bed
that he slept in years before me.
Solstice Poem (by Polly Castor)
The longest night
of the year
pivots, turns,
and tends
towards more
expansive light…
Progress Dazzles (New Poem by Polly Castor)
Our phones are now cameras and mailboxes, gaming stations and boomboxes, messengers and social platforms, and searchable word wide information, all in one little slim thing.
Give Up and Be Perfect (New Poem by Polly Castor)
Notice it, embrace it, express it, get out of the way,
and enjoy being the only real, wonderful you.
I’m Grateful for You (New Poem by Polly Castor)
I’m grateful for a lot of things:
For Truth, Life, and Love
For family, marriage, and home,
For progress, hope, and fruition,
In Anticipation of Thanksgiving (new poem by Polly Castor)
Stocking up on groceries
for our family to come home,
packing the refrigerator,
full to the gills,
Part of Something Bigger (poem by Polly Castor)
This quest is huge,
unbiased, profound,
and never ending.
Thankfully, by design,
fruition is unfolding
and assured.
Concentric Connections (Poem by Polly Castor)
All are connected,
although distinct,
woven tightly together
into a unified fabric
full of dependencies
and beauty.
Welcome Home (Poem by Polly Castor)
I used to ask if he missed me.
He did not, citing his completeness
independence, and self-sufficiency.
Did you even notice I was gone,
I would fish,