Wednesday, May 30, 2012


There is no peace
Only pieces of memories
Like shrapnel stuck
The hearts of those who saw
Friends fall and shatter
And after eighty years
There's still tears
At the memory
Men who gave their limbs,
Their lives
Their hearts, their minds
It isn't free

From the "Memorial" prompt at

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Gone But Not Fur-gotten

Just a quick scratch
On the neck or back
Sunlight shares that
There's hundreds of hairs 
With dust motes they sashay
Then they gather and play
Across freshly swept floors
Completely ignor-
ing any efforts to remove,
Reduce or extinguish them
No matter the weapon
There's no win
Once this battle begins
It sticks to the broom
It clogs the vacuum
And someday when
Archaeologists exhume
The remains of this room
What they'll find there
Will be mounds of hair

In response to the "Hairy" prompt from Poetic Asides

Sunday, May 20, 2012


Just give me a canopy
Risers that spear the sky
Redwood preferably
Boughs splitting sunlight
Into prisms that carry
Dust motes, sparkly
Add chirps, breezes, sighs
With a patch of moss
To pillow my head, softly
Resting and testing words
Like how shadows play
Between the letters
From Z to A
Where I can shake my
Limbs freely
And create

From the prompt "Forest" at

Tuesday, May 15, 2012


Appropriate, yes?
Turn the word Mom
Upside down and you
Get "Wow"
Wow, you worked full time
Cooked every night
Made our lunches every day
Cleaned, washed, mowed,
Trimmed, sewed
And late into the night
You danced
Because that is what
You taught at the college
But you taught so much 
How to bake, cook
Refinish furniture
Load a dishwasher
Pull the weeds
(by the roots or they come right back)
Balance accounts
And spend freely
Sing "She'll be Coming Around the Mountain"
How to, to, to
Do everything and
Still have energy to laugh
At silly jokes,
Wrap us in hugs everlasting
Grimace at messy rooms
And how to always, always, always
Look for silver linings

From the prompt at Thoughts about Mom

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Sunday, May 13, 2012

A Warning

Inspired by "Pierre I Don't Care"--for Maurice Sendak, one of my favorite storytellers

When you say
I don't care
Be sure a lion
Is nowhere

This prompt was from to write a poem for Maurice based on his books

Atomic Love

Love so deep
Our atoms speak
Their own language
Breaths taken in time
To heartbeats
That pulse in the key
Of youandme
Hands that reach out
And know mine
The exact meeting place
In space
Where our fingers
And intertwine

Friday, May 11, 2012


He's curled up perfectly
In a "C"
Side my
Son and me
Trying to pose
Yet he's tensed
Waiting to see
If a piece, a morsel
Might accidentally
Jump ship and land
Near this C-
In the sand

Photo--coming soon ...

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Window Blind

Prompt from Poetry Jam--Write a blind poem

She sees life 
In stripes
Horizontal divisions
Of dark and light
Reflected on the floor
The round oak table
The dog
It's a zebra world
She wanders in
Her hand turns
The clock
And the light goes
While the night comes

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Heffalums and Woozles

Prompt--Write an animal poem

Heffalumps and Woozles

I'm with Pooh
How dare you
Say it's all
In my head
That's untrue
Twenty eyes
Ten times my size
Hairy and scary
And it's time
You knew
There's one 
Right now
Looking at you

Monday, May 7, 2012

Night Harmony

Prompt -- Take a favorite line from and earlier poem and rework it

Night Harmony

The full moon hums a golden note
The ocean picks up the tune
Waves pluck the gleaming water 
While clouds heavy with dew 
Drop low and rumble bass
And miles away
A pond answers with silver whispers

Sunday, May 6, 2012

Running with the Wind

Prompt--Write a poem about a sport

Running With the Wind

Her shadow
Is still
Feet planted
Knees bent
Arms cocked
Eyes focused
At the crack of
She is running
Arms pumping
Heart pumping
Feet thumping
One of eight runners
She hears nothing
Except her breath
And sees nothing
Except the finish line
Feels nothing
The wind

Note:  I used to compete at school track meets, still gives me a thrill when I watch the Olympic runners-the focus, the speed...

Friday, May 4, 2012

WOW and Thank you!

A wonderful person--that would be, you Meena, Nominated me for this cyber appreciation award. check out her beautiful blog and poetry, , you will thank me :-) 
So, I have the pleasure of paying it forward to poets and bloggers who I enjoy!  

Please visit their sites and share the love.

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5. Light Verse by: RJ Clarken at:

Happy Appreciation Day everyone! 

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1.  Thank the one who nominated you by linking back
2. Nominate five blogs with less than 200 followers
3.  Let your nominees know by leaving a comment on their sites
4. Add the award image to your site

Lacrimal Desert

Prompt-Write a Fade Away Poem

Lacrimal Desert

Glaciers of Grief
Press against her eyes
But she's blocked them 
So long her
Tear ducts are dry
So she sits
And waits
For the ice

Altered Visions

Abuela sits in
The faded easy chair
And stares
At memories
That aren't there

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Rooted Determination

Prompt--Write a problem poem

Oh weeds between the pavers
Why do you persist?
Why do you insist
On sowing seeds where
They cannot grow
On watching Nature TV
Shows on ero-
You cannot prevail
There are poisons
That kill
(Not that I'd use them)
But I will
Keep yanking out
Your thinly rooted
To overthrow
My patio

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

The Trouble Is It's Raining

Prompt--Write a Poem titled "The Trouble is ___________"

The trouble is, it's raining
And I want to be snorkeling or sailing
But the trouble is, it's raining

I know I should not be complaining
But the trouble is, it's raining

We came for a bit of fun
Not gloom, wind and no sun

My husband's relaxed and reading
While I watch the raindrops beating

Then he reaches for my arm
His grasp is strong and warm

Now, there's no point in struggling
'Cuz I'm in his lap, snuggling
And the rain that popped my happy bubble?
No trouble