PAT DURMON, POET
June 15, 2020
I’ve been sorting thoughts and laundry. After weeks of prayer and contemplation, I’ve concluded that I need to take a three-month break from writing my blog.
Writing. I love it. I’ve been writing poetry for many years, blogs for almost four. Clearly, what I do has becom...
June 8, 2020
Many of us are natural storytellers.
I sit and listen to birds tell their stories, too. Only they sing them.
Today had already been stressful, so I made time to listen to a choir on YouTube. Then I climbed stairs to find a book of old hymns. I hovered over the content pa...
June 1, 2020
In keeping ourselves and others safe, some of us have grown tired of staying-in-place. Like any good soldier knows, it takes effort to keep on keeping on.
My ten-year-old granddaughter finally faced the reality of no swim classes and no friend-time this spring. Hard and...
May 25, 2020
Few people know about my fascination with the Civil War. I don’t talk about it. Guess I figure most are not that interested in American history.
But here’s Memorial Day again.
I read about that war, listen to programs about it, watch movies about it, but I don’t talk ab...
May 18, 2020
Night sky frays to early day. A kind light approaches above the mountains.
This is the day my friend leaves her home to catch a plane. She is moving to an eastern state where she will live out her remaining years, near family. It’s a good plan, but it’s hard for me to c...
May 11, 2020
I know I’m a mother, but my mind is still on what happened yesterday in Walmart. That’s right. I ventured out because I needed a prescription.
My husband had been taking all the risks. I knew it was my turn, long overdue. What risks, you may wonder, since I’d been home...
May 4, 2020
It’s the third day of May.
The purple irises I dug up from your yard are blooming their heads off, as you’d always say. The grass is green and jubilant. Jimmy cannot keep up with it on the mower. Leaves on trees are popping. The lilac bush, generous this year—oh, the fr...
April 27, 2020
I’ll never forget the question. I paused, looked up at the woman, and said something like this:
“It helps me wrap my mind around whatever I’m dealing with.” (These days that would be aging, grandchildren, covid-19.)
“I get a little edgy, all bent out of shape when I don’...
April 20, 2020
“You have a book beside every chair in the house,” he said.
I looked at him.
“Yes, that’s how I’m getting through the pandemic.”
He looked at me.
“Here’s how it works: I’m stuck at home, so I read a poem, a devotion, something uplifting every few hours. The poets and write...
April 13, 2020
But first, there was Good Friday.
Jesus Christ had hung on the cross six hours, from 9 a.m. until 3 p.m., when He said, “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.”
This is the week during which some of us have reread scriptures and relived Jesus' path—ridin...
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