Gather the blooms Let it rain, let it downpour We’ll brighten each day until the world resumes Even in darkness, there is more Let it rain, let it downpour We’ll celebrate each sunrise Even in darkness, there is more Simple pleasures and a sweet surprise We’ll celebrate each sunrise We’ll dance in every room Simple pleasures and a sweet surprise Gather the blooms photo: … Continue reading Simple Bouquets
Time Moments Day by day This new way of life We mourn for yesterday and add prayers for tomorrow “One day this is going to be over” photo: Twitter prompts: NaPoWriMo Day 5, April PAD Day 5 Continue reading Unwound
Forgive my late response to Day 3… had family obligations to meet Follow me as I dream We’ll escape these strange days Follow me, follow me as I dream Surely, it’s a cure for this malaise A picnic in a wide-open field We’ll escape these strange days Fresh air therapy until we’re all healed A table in tall grasses and sweet yellow roses A picnic … Continue reading In Our Dreams
Unaware the world has turned, these keepers of past days move between stalls in the old barn, seeping into cracked beams, sweeping across rough-hewn floors, surveying acres of woods just beyond and return to rest in the remnants of hay there in the corner, dark and damp, until they become one with spirits of horses that once lived here Their love of this space permeates … Continue reading Memories of Home
I step slowly through shallow water Through the light and the dark, I walk seeking solace in this new world borne just beyond Winter’s Horizon Back in my assigned place and armed with new weapons, I wait and wait, and wait Sometimes I cry Sometimes I sit in the corner of the maze I’ve created in this ever-shrinking world and scream I am trapped Sometimes … Continue reading This New World
With a sprig of lilacs in a room for meditation, the willow woman twisted and pruned each bloom A huntress in a roomful of secrets and vibration Her knife, the cutting edge of perfumed salvation welcomed demons, goddesses, and intentions to exhume with a sprig of lilacs in a room for meditation Long was the release from this tomb of vexation for the willow woman … Continue reading Born Again
Sometimes we tell the same old stories to capture a life beyond these walls to escape a life defined by categories Pause, pause the future as memory stalls To capture a life beyond these walls we search for a broken benediction we pause the future as memory stalls Push, push away future valediction We search for a broken benediction to stave off uncharted territories to … Continue reading In the Evening
Spring wriggles free of Old Man Winter’s grasp like a taste of lime and honey in afternoon tea. The perfect elixir to chase away those blues I see. Her warriors, the fuzzy yellow bumble bees, make sweet music in the garden over by the sea. Humming, buzzzzzzzing workers in groups of two and three. Oh Spring, Spring. She anoints the trees with gentle rains until … Continue reading Spring
And on my knees I accept these small wonders, to refute my starving madness with a heart that wonders I skate on the surface of serenity here in the elegance of morning where even my muse with her detailed star charts wonders the summer breeze blows and beckons in heartbeat moments and though I am alone and apart, my soul wonders strength and renewal flow … Continue reading Complete Wonders
I can’t help but laugh It’s the best choice I’ve made I can find sunlight in the darkest shade I suppose it will be my epitaph I purge bad decisions with each paragraph It helps me forget what you betrayed I can’t help but laugh It’s the best choice I’ve made I won’t ask forgiveness on your behalf or define the games that you played … Continue reading Dear John…
The fire was mostly extinguished by then From the little shack up there on the ridge she could see trees weeping ash tiny deer gathered by the salt lick seeming almost drunk in their confusion eagles with singed wings still soared above it was a magnificent sight at least from the limited view she had returning to the old cabin that was anything but spacious … Continue reading Scorched
Sometimes I lay awake in the dark and wonder what might have been if…if Would the person I was way back then even recognize this world of lies Such a divisive sensation imagining unknowable secrets But then again I remember when truth was the currency I traded Pain was an inconvenience to be met with broad shoulders and strong hearts I pushed until my misguided … Continue reading The Counselor
All or nothing on a bright afternoon Crowns of daffodils, each fanning out in glorious green and heavy with ivory yellow blossoms Juxtaposed against hedges kept just so, those bushes that long to be free while locked in a manicured cage, the daffodils dance Nestled neatly by the ordinary house which, while offered as perfection, are proof of a querulous life — somehow restless in … Continue reading Daffodil Queen
The little blackbird is dead No longer will I wake to the cheerful song she sang each morning from the old oak tree outside my bedroom window Oh, but she held a masterful voice and a steady tune, one I counted on to start my day I take comfort in the thought that her soothing sounds will live on in my broken heart photo: … Continue reading Little Blackbird
Set upon the hall table sunlight streaming through grand windows I examined its cut glass corners and sparkling facets casting perfect rainbows the epitome of undefined living it just existed to be pretty to be admired to be coveted and so I swept it off that table with a steady hand it seemed a fitting punishment a valid reason the crash was magnificent lingering after … Continue reading Mending
Fear is a puppet master, pulling all the strings while Hate is a prison guard, holding all the keys Rage is the spark to a flame, orchestrating chaos Sorrow and melancholy are cousins They vie for control and slowly smother as they carve black holes in a starry sky Boredom feeds anxiety as anxiety fuels paranoia twitching, itching, yearning for all that is lost or … Continue reading To Be Divine
She wakes to walk the streets at dawn the sky dresses in purples, reds, and golds Examining the empty storefronts, she wonders What will become of this day the stillness of the space brings comfort She addresses the blackbirds and says today will be kind They chastise her in angry squawks and fly away As their shadows fade, she laughs at the brilliant nothing left … Continue reading On Finding Clarity
Tobacco hills and tangerine skies painting my way across cold memories with a heart, stoned and stowed away Practicing the art of self-healing Out west where gunslingers roam if only in symbols and chatter there’s order and beauty and a place to get lost for a while to practice the art of self-healing I climb red rocks and see forever Fear smells different here Truth … Continue reading Healing Spaces
More work from my students… Exploring a Poem by L.E. Take a poem Read it through and through Ask a question Look for Clues The meaning may be simple or deep like an ocean It can be about a happy tale or a fight that caused a commotion Put a knight in a poem He’ll become a hero or a lonely kid that feels like … Continue reading More Student Work
I will be away for a few days. I thought this would be a perfect time to share some of the poems my students wrote. Enjoy! Not Easy To Read by L.M. Reading a poem is like eating broccoli or asparagus nobody wants to In order to read a poem you have to enjoy the Swiss Family Robinson To me reading a poem is as … Continue reading Student Work
My soul craves solitude — a walk in the desert to collect my blurred thoughts and so I’ll go on a journey across miles and miles and wide-open skies and as I embrace the blazing sun and cool, crisp nights, all will be right again photo: mine prompt: #aprpad – day 10, #napowrimo – day 10, Go Dog Go Cafe Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge Continue reading Desert Dreams
Four-leaf-clovers and a rabbit’s foot horseshoes, dice, and ladybugs Such are the tools of thieves and fools Conmen and circus barkers standing in the street to call out Come try your luck today Lady Luck is smiling upon you Little do they know Lady Luck is no lady With emerald eyes and a magic touch she’s a jealous genie…best beware She’ll swirl her storms and … Continue reading Lady Luck
I dreamt I was waltzing under the shade of a great tree unafraid as a ghost passed through the garden gate I caught our reflection, his and mine in a billabong swollen from the night’s rain He was more alive than I could ever be Hold the light, he whispered I nodded and threw one more coin in a fountain of wishes I longed for … Continue reading Simple Wishes
show me what I’m looking for a reason to believe after the fall this world in an uproar moments meant to deceive show me what I’m looking for life seems so small still holding on to a reason to believe if hope is meant to heal faith might start a spark after the fall photo: Pixabay prompts: #aprpad – day 6, #napowrimo – day 6, … Continue reading After the Fall
betrayal beats a slow drum stealing life with each to and from lies undefined cloaked in behavior unrefined stolen hearts, unrewarded and intertwined one maligned now inclined to redesign photo: Pixabay prompt: #aprpad – day 5, #napowrimo – day 5 Continue reading Late Night Secrets
this is a day to be pensive a moment for quiet reflection a time to ponder time some say the universe has secrets waiting to be revealed I wonder if that’s true some say today is all that matters and yesterday is gone I wonder about tomorrow I say this breath, this thought this blessing of meditation is enough for now photo: Pinterest prompts: #napowrimo … Continue reading Starry Night
Some days I am a lion strong, proud, fierce I know no fear I am mighty Some days I am a fish caught, filleted, starved for oxygen I bleed on old docks alone Some days I am an eagle flying free soaring, soaring above the clouds with a song in my heart When I was a child, I was a turtle timid and scared I … Continue reading Wisdom
There was power in its name, this river that was really nothing more than a creek with brackish water and tall weeds tangled together like teenage boys learning to fight and desperate to find hold on muddy banks Everything in this small town was colored in those same brown hues dull, lifeless, gritty Old mills long since abandoned stood guard, broken windows locked in silent … Continue reading Red Bridge
Tricks of the night revealed in dawn’s light mourn magic and missteps As night is to day promises made are betrayals revealed Good morning, Tomorrow Goodbye, Yesterday photo: Pixabay prompts: #aprpad, Lyric Ideas Continue reading Mourning Morning
He sings a song of praise glorifying the power of silence as ravens gather in the rain The stillness of shadows invite spirits to contemplate new ways to travel these twisted roads and paths And as those birds become restless beneath clouds too heavy in the sky he sings a song of more Not forgetting this monochrome melancholy meant to insulate against … Continue reading In Praise of Silence
