So… it’s been a while. Almost two months. Two months of busy-life-induced writer’s block. It was a struggle to pick up the pen, which may explain why this offering turned out so abstract. The lack of punctuation probably didn’t help, but that was intentional. I began with a prompt at Poetic Bloomings to write about [...]

Mason Jars Wide-mouthed mason jars are perfect For drinking lemonade at night, Dressed up with lemon slices Like your mother always did. You too a long drink Before each open-eyed kiss, Your mouth placed on thickest threads, Addicted to the feel of residual sour. You hated those jars for reminding you Of our pretend house [...]

This photo by Deanna Marie Metts is the prompt offered today at Poetic Bloomings. It provided the inspiration for the following poems.   Memorial Day You came home from war Like a thief in the night, Stealing time and hope. I dreamed of beautiful Falling, a wailing nest In the cleft of a mountain. Your name was etched in [...]

         In the passage of time, In the dripping of minutes and days, Life is poured out Into the desert places Of waiting rooms, Holding patterns, And last shreds of hope, A hospital of broken things Pushed out of the nest That did not fly.

                  Souvenirs You wear scars Like a badge of honor, Memorials of valor And manhood As if these things Could be distilled Into surface fibers. I only see pain And permanence And more pain, An ugly constellation Of sinewy stars Collapsing Into supernovas Of space between Time [...]

                A Life of Their Own We bury unwanted words To forget them. But in the dark Is stubborn growth, Unseen movement Pushing toward The surface. Though no witness May ever see Their beauty, They bloom In secret gardens Without promise, If only For the lonely Sake of [...]

Well, I just completed my very first Poem-A-Day challenge! I’d like to send a big shout out to the hub who has supported me all month. He read all of my poems, usually with hilarious and grossly incorrect interpretations. Thank you! This has been such a learning experience. I am both emotionally drained and envigorated, [...]

                Leaving Kansas Chasing rainbows, Catching wind Of blue skies, You learn to fly Like witches, Make believing There is technicolor Power within, When all That remains In waking dawn Are wounds In black and white.

                Ode to the Atlantic I arrived on your shoulder Where the brackish mouth Of Chesapeake Bay kissed The western hem of your veil. At the tender edge Of horizon’s throne You showed me who I was, A speck among billions more. You hid treasures for me In [...]