tender leaves push through soil and shake off winter’s grip tiny tendrils reach for the old metal lattice, and quiver for just a moment — an almost imperceptible movement weighing the consequences life or death, persevere or wait to wither in the cool winds that blow finding purchase, they coil becoming one with iron bars a small victory a time to rest, the reward while … Continue reading Tender Warriors
Reposting a poem for 2017 for #ThrowbackFriday I bore witness as time swallowed them whole still shimmering, still breathing, still filled with life these folds of time capturing moments Gifts of the present preserving what will become the past I stole silent snapshots as the unsuspecting carried on ordinary lives My eyes more acute than the cameras snapping photos My ears more sensitive than microphones … Continue reading Snapshots
Hope waits tethered to dreams even as the world is upside down and nothing is as it seems From big cities to small towns light shines just over the horizon even as the world is upside down even with this moment humanity lies in We’ll get through this, we will Light lives just over the horizon blooming like a bouquet of daffodils Time and distance … Continue reading Tethered Dreams
Washed in silence these long days my spirit seeks purpose within the isolation Somewhere there is music, a special turn of phrase washed in silence these long days I search for meaning in moonbeams and the sun’s warm rays if nothing else, nothing else, to find a foundation Washed in silence these long days my spirit seeks purpose within the isolation Image by Ambady … Continue reading To Find Inspiration
*Reposting for #ThrowbackFriday I’ve just returned from the Austin International Poetry Festival. In an effort to catch up on various poetry prompts in honor of National Poetry Month, I’m reposting this poem. It is one I read in Austin. This prompt comes from Writer’s Digest, prompt for Day 2. No I won’t set my sight on tomorrow I won’t wonder if the path not taken would have led to greener … Continue reading Not Today
In time, unspoken thoughts will fade In life, unopened hearts degrade Second chances not taken die Solitude for forgiveness by far a fair trade Need fuels strength to open the door Deep in his heart, he yearns for more Mistakes do not define a life His love, his wife, one to adore photo: Writer’s Digest April PAD Day 9 prompt: April PAD Day 9, #poetariel, … Continue reading Mea Culpa
Inadvertently in limbo although she thought the transformation was complete, that this part of the story was told, a dream come true. She waited to fly as her wings dried in the morning sun and the future gathered enough details to design her destiny. When strong winds began to shake the tender branch on which she rested, she remembered: She was a butterfly, free to … Continue reading Dawn of the Butterfly
Midnight creeps silent, steady It whispers with the voice of a thousand ghosts Like a tree without leaves, it casts shadows of something it is not or something it could be It haunts the imagination, scurrying like mice in the attic, scratching in time with a beating heart Such is the transition from today into tomorrow I welcome the invitation and paint it with the … Continue reading Midnight
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
