The empty space between two peoplewhere everything gets lostvenom floats in the supercharged atmosphereof an argument ready to ignite Words unspoken float in between roomsfill up vacant seats in cars and restaurantsbecome the hollow pillow of regret next to youin the bed while through the open windowlost letters drift falling in fat lazy flakesthat soakContinue reading “In Translation | The Space In Between”
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In Season
Fall’s delightFire’s light Winter’s lairDen’s bear Spring’s quickeningGreen’s thickening Summer’s bountyChildhood’s county This poem from my Medium archive was from a prompt on the pub Genius in a Bottle (on seasons, I think).
Through a Pinhole
the prick of a pinopens the darkened chamberto light — sufficeswith a broad embracereleases the pressurefrom obscurity, and softlyfocuses the desire to create what our ancestors knewwe refine, from raw to rawin matchboxes, beer cans,tea tins, even books the lightest touchwith piercing and tapebridges the divideflings wide the gate A little poem for World PinholeContinue reading “Through a Pinhole”
Ideal | On Not Waiting for Perfection
They keep Ideal on the top shelfI stand on my tip toes, I still can’t reachit takes a stack of chairs, topped with a pile of booksit takes stealth, so they don’t catch me at iteven at the top, it evades my grasp I push against the cabinetsweat and shove to knock it downbut itContinue reading “Ideal | On Not Waiting for Perfection”
Bask | The Whiskered Exposition of a Verb
She flips and flopsa furry sponge soaking up the sunseeking fiery heat inside or outmaintaining a constant state of roastinside and outhot to the touchpat the pet and watch her glow This poem was in response to a verb prompt. How about those whiskers? The old girl is 100% pampered, 100% loved, 100% of theContinue reading “Bask | The Whiskered Exposition of a Verb”
Me Time | A Mother’s Limerick
Reading in bed, what delight!Yet this “me” time is never quite rightFor as soon as I layI’m so pooped from the dayIt’s as if someone snuffed out the light. The grammar stickler in me worries that the use of “lay” is improper; I’ve left it, however, because of the rhyme. Where are my fellow mamasContinue reading “Me Time | A Mother’s Limerick”
Rabbit
In the dusk of an Easter weekendwhile nature held its breathin vigil vigilantthe Saturday gloom of eveninggathered fistfuls of theoverabundant growth thatlined the path Trees and brambles breathedpressing in on either sideanticipating dawn’s freshdew of renewaleven while night prepared to fall The briars offered up a rabbitwily, listeningnavigating the open voidbetween two sides of theContinue reading “Rabbit”
Bang | The Tale of a Nail
The fine point of truth that joinsturning the refinement of forest titansinto the resolute skeleton that shelterswhole orchards of human soulspiecing the perching place of birdstogether into the plane of refreshment The spike that needs a strike to do its jobpneumatic’s fire, or hammer’s poundupon the blunter end will do the trickholding treasures to wallsstringingContinue reading “Bang | The Tale of a Nail”
Song
Dance to your own drum, sing in your own key I sing the song of America, my country, sweet landthe clay from which I was madewhere my ancestors sailed before there was an island to receive themand again, later, leaving their names upon the island’s wallBelievers, all of themin the promise of freedom and rebirthwithContinue reading “Song”
Prompt | Prompted to promptly respond to a prompt (sometimes)
Poked by a promptthe shrill of an alarma slight jab at the sleepermaybe it will prompt meto poke otherswho were waiting to awakenwhether they knew it or nottoo much hibernation should bepromptly remediedgenerate a little buzztoss it out there and watchthe ripples ruffling featherstruncating forty winksnudge, nudgenap time is over Oh how I do loveContinue reading “Prompt | Prompted to promptly respond to a prompt (sometimes)”
The Poetry Patio 