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
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Far heavier than I expected and the size of an old sweet jar, opaque plastic, black lidded. Thank heaven it wasn’t see through. I could not have gone on like that. I carried my father’s ashes through the streets, past the church and the chapel, past the pizza and kebab shops, under summer trees and fuming traffic, everything poignantly… Continue reading I carried my father home
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
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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
the scent of rain promises possibilities a chance perhaps to wash away the old and embrace the chill that follows as if to reckon hard realities against the soft ground that threatens to swallow me whole again the same hands that yearn to scratch are the ones who caress a wounded soul mine the scent of rain so familiar this harbinger of fierce storms the … Continue reading Tempestas
it bares its teeth and I remember I feel its weight in my bones I spew its language brown and muddy I am lost it settles in my skin and I shudder I miss sunlight I miss fresh air it digs deeper and I weep lost a familiar presence this beast my constant companion drawing fine lines that slowly crack along an old path These … Continue reading Blue
If we were having coffee today, March 17th, I’d invite you in for some coffee and cornbread. My husband made it. It’s delicious! He’s busy right now making corned beef and cabbage in honor of St. Patrick’s Day. Perhaps you’ll stay for dinner. We’d love to have you. As we sipped our expresso, I’d tell you how happy I am that spring is almost here. … Continue reading If We Were Having Coffee, March 17th
I am a thief I steal your words as they fall from your mouth I watch as you shrug off your ill-fitting garment and dance in the rain I capture the moment your face lifts slightly I memorize the way your beaming smile transforms the moment I explore the silence as you find your way I count the years as you stoke those fires I … Continue reading People Watching
healing waters caressing a lonely shore healing hearts meant to mend mend a spinning mind mend tiny scars scars buried too deep scars open and bleeding bleeding to release the poison bleeding to wash away the pain pain beneath the surface pain all too consuming consuming everything consuming nothing nothing to do but wait nothing to do but wait wait for this to pass wait … Continue reading Tranquility Cove – #writephoto
blue lace and old high top sneakers empty bottles and half-filled glasses raindrops punishing window panes propped open with broken sticks our favorite song stuck on repeat it blasts from that old radio as we dance in the dark and search for serenity in a room starved for air I wonder where your soul goes I wonder each time you twist your body in time … Continue reading Discontent
Witness renewal born under burnt skies and frozen fields Strength finds stability on shaky ground And even as vernacular spews vulgarity in messages meant to disguise fear and longing growth takes hold And even as angels sigh weary from age-old battles growth takes hold It takes hold A young man will find his way and broken hearts will mend out there on vast oceans as … Continue reading Growth
I am there with you as the weary waitress pours lukewarm coffee into a cracked teal cup I hear you muse aloud, wondering how bones disintegrate over time and what you could do to hasten that process and as the night grows cold and the sky darkens I am there with you The seedy jazz club there on the corner, a perfect cover for the … Continue reading Characters
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