Words in Motion 2014- Feature Poem of the Day for National Poetry Month

The One-Legged Goose

poised like a ballerina

daintily crops around

its single mudguard foot

hops aside briefly

when a two-legged goose curses,

then hops back, head down

still munching.

the one-legged goose knows

what the two-legged geese will never know:

that grass still tastes the same

on one leg or two

that when the worst happens

you keep your head down

you learn to hop

you keep munching.

                                      Jane Jacques

Words in Motion 2014- Feature Poem of the Day for National Poetry Month

Wooshing Upon a Star


Our little guy is four years old and he loves his cars and trucks
He likes leather and wood, and electric seats, (he prefers to ride deluxe).
And he’ll push all the buttons and buzzers and switches and anything else that adjusts
But the best of all – and he’ll tell you if you ask – is the bell on a downtown bus.

He doesn’t like the yellow and black ones. “They’re School buses, Dad,” he’ll say.
And he doesn’t really like the oil sands coaches – they take Mommy away every day.
But he loves the idea of big, wide windows and a bell to ring when it’s pushed.
And he’ll ask, as we see them go past our home, “Daddy, let’s take the Woosh.”

He calls them all ‘Wooshes’ and if those are his wishes I haven’t the heart to correct him,
Cause he watches them whoosh by and wishes to know how to ride ‘em or even collect ‘em.
You’re still far too young son, have a Hot Wheels in lieu son, and for now let’s just go out and ride them.
And maybe one day son, then it might be okay son, to get your license and learn how to drive them.

                       Kevin Thornton

Words in Motion 2014- Feature Poem of the Day for National Poetry Month

Who You Are


Who were you before you forgot who you were?
Before you disappeared in the dance of your life.
What made you laugh and your heart sing?
Your eyes know the answers
if you have the courage to look.
They tell a distant tale of laughter and light, 
Of past hopes and dreams and forgotten truths. 
Be brave and look into your eyes
And feel with your heart.
For a spark glimmers deep in the recesses, awaiting a soulful kindle. 
The forgotten 'you' lies within the sanctity of the soul. 
Cast off the cloak of invisibility,
let your true self shine.
For it is not you alone who is lost when you keep yourself hidden 
from who you are before you forgot who you were.

                                                Samantha James