Wednesday, November 5, 2014

A Pebble for Your Thoughts

It drops
A pebble thought
Spinning circles through
This fractured heart
Some pieces cannot
Be pushed together
Magnetic poles in
Opposition pushing
Away the tethers
That used to bind
Yet my mind
Stubbornly tries
To find
Where the pieces
Might fit
Wonders why
The shapes changed
Won't accept that
Some things
Can't be explained
And the pebbles
Keep falling
Like the rain

This is offered for Alan's prompt at Poetry Jam to write about pebbles. (I love pebbles!) It's also inspired by last week's prompt to write about something broken.  I have a hard time letting go of things I love--that have broken--picture frames with a favorite photo, a missing earring from a favorite pair, friendships that for one reason or another ship-wreck.  I don't pursue the friendship once it's gone, but my brain seems to get stuck sometimes trying to sort out what happened...Hope that you're on happier thoughts today and that it's a lovely week :-)

Saturday, October 4, 2014

Floating Phrases

Most days
I am a jellyfish
Trailing tentacles
Trying to trap
Tidbits, phrases
That feed my soul
Currents frequently
My efforts
Sweeping a tasty verb
Or adjective
Into the depths
And in the Euphotic zone
We live for the light
Wishing for
A taste of
Something deeper

This is offered for Poetry Pantry at Poets United This image of a jellyfish capturing words with its tentacles has been rolling around my mind all week.  Feels good to finally release it :-).   The Euphotic zone is the part of the ocean where most of the creatures live, warm and well lit. Like my poetic voice which is usually light, yet intrigued by the darkness...

Be Your Own Starch, or Madlibs In The Treez (An Oulipo)

If a Palo front waves
Will young bucks wave back?
Or just nod at
Wawaskeesh slapping their palominos
On the sandarac
There's a gralloch of tuxilline
In the seal
And weakfish rarely see ita
Spending timid wishing on starch
But its timid to be your own starch
Light your own pathogen through
The trefs
And remember to wave
At palominos on the Wayne
(Evictees need a front)

This is offered for Victoria's prompt at dVersePoets to write an Oulipo. You take an existing poem and for every noun you replace it with a noun that is the 7th noun next in the dictionary. I've been writing and nothing has really jelled, so this is a good way to play.  :-). Happy weekend!!

Here's the definitions:

Palo (a town in Iowa)
Wawaskeesh (Indian name)
Sandarac (resin from a North African tree, genus Tetraclinus)
Gralloch (entrails of a dead deer--erk!)
Truxilline (alkaloid in cocoa)
Weakfish (any fish that has a tender mouth in North America)
Ita (a palm tree)
Tref (a hamlet in Britain from the pre-Saxon era)
Wayne ( occupational surname for a cartwright, cart builder)
Evictees (people who have been forced to leave their home)
Palominos (horses with golden colored coat on their bodies and a creamy mane and tail)

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

A Little Light Poetry

Luna was fully aglow
And roll-
ing in
Pillows of cumulo-
Playing now you
See me
Now you don't
While the sea
Restlessly shook
Her shoulders
For the light
To drape
Her diamonds
Down her chest
Let sparkles
Dance across
Her breast

A little sea poetry for Peggy at, I had been waiting for the right prompt to use that image of the full moon. She was playing the other night, when I drove home, with the storm clouds. Lighting them up and then disappearing--it looked to me like she was rolling around and having fun 😊 Happy Wednesday!

Friday, September 5, 2014

A Part

Wikipedia. Rodin The Kiss 1889

We're a pair
The fit of fingers
Knuckles, hip, shoulder
Molded for each other
Or maybe it's from
Years of wear, snuggling
Except it's always
Felt like finding my
Matching puzzle piece
Could almost hear the "click"
When my hand slipped into yours
And when you leave there's
In my day, heart, bed
That one kiss goodbye
Is never enough to keep away
Sigh filled skies
So hold me as tightly
As I do you
Both arms, pressed against
My flesh
And carry the memory
The feel of that moment
Until our lips meet again

This is offered for Bill Webb's prompt at Dverse Poets,, who challenged us to write real as Rilke wrote to a young poet. “write about what your everyday life offers you; describe your sorrows and desires, the thoughts that pass through your mind and your belief in some kind of beauty Describe all these with heartfelt, silent, humble sincerity and, when you express yourself, use the Things around you, the images from your dreams, and the objects that you remember.” He also suggested that we look at Rodin and I was inspired by the sculpture of The Kiss.  It appears to me, that the woman has a more passionate hold, both arms around his neck.  Though perhaps if the man lifted his back arm, they'd fall over...anyway, my husband's been traveling a lot and so that's my Rilke every day reality.

Friday, August 22, 2014

Be Your Own Star

If a palm frond waves
Will you wave back?
Or just nod at
Waves slapping their palms
On the sand
There's a grain of truth
In the seas
And we rarely see it
Spending time wishing on stars
But its time to be your own star
Light your path through
The trees
And remember to wave
At palms on the way
( Everyone needs a frond...)

This is offered for Sumana's prompt to write about a path at Poetry Jam, and for Dverse Poets where Victoria asked us to write a poem with patterns, I was playing with homonyms. As you can see from the poem, I was just playing in general... a wordplay that took on a life of it's own.  Happy Friday everyone!! :-)

Friday, August 1, 2014


It is an ordinary
Ink and a container
To keep my fingers
From getting blue
(though they still do)
It holds all dreams
And fears
Just by pressing
Pen to paper
Releases my words
To the world
Laying on the table
Or desk
It could be a stick
But in fact
It's filled with magic

This is offered for Peggy's prompt at Poetry Jam to write about something ordinary.  I write a lot of poetry on my electronic tablet, but I love the flow of pen and paper, scratching things out, rearranging.  It feels like magic.  Happy Weekend!