Monday, April 13, 2015

Mag 265 — I am the sea

This is me. I am the sea.
I am pale as foam and
blue, drenched by a river
of tears flowing into me —
From me waves of change
are blowing, yet
I am still in the night,
cradling my host of loved
ones of the deep. We
sleep with the moon in
reflective trust as aeons
of dreams turn the tide.

Written for The Mag: Mag 265 that inspired with the above image prompt: painting by Daria Petrilli.


Monday, March 23, 2015

Mag 262 — Green God

You see, I see you
you mossy green god
and god how I love you,
you with trunks to spare
and that wild white eye
beneath your unicorn horn

You see me ignoring your
comical grimace as I come
near to whisper into your
elfin ear god how I love you

You raise your forked tail
into the green canopy,
grasping to feel the rays
of the sun and

You coax out the stars
from a midnight sky to
cool under as I unroll
my bag to sleep beneath
you with your claws as a
mossy green pillow

You show me visions in my
dreams of the story of your
old forest grove, the sad story
how you came to be lone elder

You see then that I see you
and how your grimace formed
and why you grew your giant
elfin ear to maybe, maybe
hear across the fields for
messages from your type

You stretch deeper and farther
beyond the tender young ones
and grasses, reaching for eternity,
showing earth how you love her

Written for The Mag: Mag 262 that inspired with the above image prompt.


Tuesday, March 10, 2015


When when was a word
trailing off into space
and change was avoided, 
to keep an unholy peace,
I kept pace with the
fullness of nothing.

Then then became a sword
to die upon or to swallow
and in my marrow I knew
that when is now and
always had been.

So without a runway or
landing strip I changed
course and one day
I will say I flew.


Sunday, February 1, 2015

Flash 55 — Boon's


There is power of place here,
Solid as mortared brick -
Ethereal as finespun memories.

I sip Earl Grey tea
On a waning winter day,
Remembering dark ale drunk
In the sunshine of youth at
That table, and that one by the
Pot-bellied stove.

Decades slipped away …
And his eyes are still the bluest blue.


My post written in exactly 55 words for Flash 55, now hosted by the lovelies over at imaginary garden with read toads.

Friday, January 30, 2015

Meeting the Bar — For my dog, Bonbon

Jupiter and moons from telescope, via

Is our meeting place
Since you died my light went out
Out I go each night and I see you
Prancing there

Written for Meeting The Bar—The Cinquain .. .Expanded, at dVerse Poets Pub, hosted this week by Tony Maude. Tony has revitalized the traditional five-line Cinquain poetry form (follow link to refresh your memory) by working "with the cinquain, breaking it by adding an extra syllable to each line, giving a five-line poem with lines of 3, 5, 7, 9 and 3 syllables in that order." Very cool, Tony!

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Poetics: The Stuff of Life in Old Reno

The streets were gray, safe alleyways
showed some minor decay.
Bums slept there at night under neon signs
as street walkers strutted by.
In winter there was snow—
the valley air was crisp and clear,
scrubbed by high desert winds.
Morning came and many casino
workers mixed with fewer office
workers on the sidewalks, as some
drunk gamblers swayed, holding smudged
drink glasses, bleary-eyed and determined
to break even in the new day.
And all were connected by scent from the
old brick corner bakery with steamy windows—
a sweet yeasty aroma created in the
dark of night when the baker and his crew
in white aprons mixed and kneaded
and baked breads so sumptuous
as to make the people proud to live there,
to breathe the same air, to break bread
with one another, to be nourished for another day.

Written for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics, where this week Grace, in a truly lovely prompt, asked us to write about bread.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: Solitude (Kodoku)

Christmas music plays
We select prized ornaments
Just the cat and me


Old handwritten note
"New York childhood Christmases"
Beaded star for tree


As far as a star
As near as these memories
Tender solitude

Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: Solitude (Kodoku)

Monday, December 1, 2014

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: Autumn Sunlight

Cob web in early sunlight (© Chèvrefeuille, your host)

Dog runs in late sun
Grass carpet of dewy webs
Spiders may forgive


Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: "Autumn Sunlight"
This is a new meme group for me. I was drawn to this prompt, as it reminded me of a scene this autumn when I was walking my dog. We were alone in the vast soccer fields of a nearby school on a weekend and the late slanting sun showed that the grasses were totally carpeted with spider webs. It was truly awesome, and I pondered how fleeting the beauty of the spiders' handiwork would be.



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