Underneath her long grey hairshe kept a cache of memory secretsguilt tangles of covert acts Brushing gnarls from silver tressessecrets tug her tender scalptil long-ago events unfurldisappear to clear her mind Untangled now her thoughts are looseno secrets left hiding from herself After writing this poem I remembered a short story by Guy de Maupassant … More Silver Tangles
The snow is settled now my dearbut do you want life shaken up,arousal in your enclosed world? I too have wings that I can opento fly beyond my writing roomwhere words are gods and bees can spellif I shake my realm a bitfly with fingers to worlds of fancybeyond my ordinary sphere Photo from Macys … More Flights of Fancy
Windows flung openbird song bathes the airwhen the whirr of the edger’s motortakes intermittent breaks Mind cast openaha notions bathe awarenesswhen the whirr of a cluttered mindtakes intermittent breaks The NaPoWriMo prompt for day twenty-nine is to write about windows. Photo courtesy of Pixabay.
I stole some work time at sunriseto watch a fattened raccoonlumber across the yard toan ancient oak carved long agoas a tribute to her ancestorsDoes that make me a robber?Or is it living in the moment? I’ve been known to steal a whiff fromlilac blooms on a neighbor’s bushgrowing by the sidewalk whereI walk home … More Am I a Thief?
Alone in the morning sipping coffeea story tells itself to merandom, no noticeable triggerno sequential order Making homemade kahlua with Sherri on a cool November morningWalking railroad tracks with Mallarie to visit a neighboring schoolSunbathing slathered in iodine and baby oil with Bonnie in the back yardPretending to not be winded to impress David while … More Keta
No one gets sickDrink bleach for a kickThat’s not exactly true Obama’s a spyKim is an allyThat’s not exactly true Alabama will be hitSharpie makes the map fitThat’s not exactly true Didn’t know about StormPayments for pornThat’s not exactly true You said voter fraud was everywhereThat Mexico would pay for the wallIn two weeks you’d … More That’s Not Exactly True
The poem, fascinating and often misunderstoodis capable of sustained flighton wings totally different thanwings of fiction or drama Poets use echolocationto find their inspirationemitting pulses of high-frequency energythat bounce off nearby objectsPoets then use these echoes tocreate new perspectives Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to find a factual article about an animal, then go through the … More Guano
I am Here, where else could I be?This Here is different from any other HereI’ve experiencedThis Here is different from any other Hereothers experience I must appreciate each Here I encounter forHeres are fleetingHeres are limited Each Here is uniquePay attention ormiss it You cannot bring back a Hereeven in your memory becausethe new Hereremembering … More Here
The pitch would be a challengeShe, a novice, new to the firmpresenting to a seasonedboard of directors She steeled herself,applied her greasepaintpaused in the wings of the board roomthen entered stage left for her first performance The NaPoWriMo prompt for day 22 is to write a poem that invokes a specific object as a symbol … More The Pitch
I know I’m alive when sweet spring hawthorn scents my doorwayI know I’m alive when French silk pie lingers on my tongueI know I’m alive when I slide between cool laundered sheetsI know I’m alive when movement of shadows change with the sunI know I’m alive when Clapton blues dance my feetI know I’m alive … More I’m Alive