A Moment of Regret, ForgottenHe left her at the quaysidein a gloaming Sunday in May,gazing across the River Tyneat The Black Middens, visions of tearing flesh, crashing bones, and the freezing North Sea as cold as his stone heartOh well. … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 2022 Day 8
Moving DayYou held the key to my heartfor a timeIt’s trite but trueI was a cliche -a red convertible on the PCHa drunken tourist on Bourbon Streeta country come to town in NYCCliches are created by shared experiencesWe shared nothing … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 2022 Day 7
Broken EggsLittle girl isfocused on not disturbing the eggshells on the floor orstraying outside the lines slippery yolks scrambleher balanceone day a smothering then a smatteringthen a smothering againYet she watches a dawn breaking new magic every day sees a … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 2022 Day 4
Ode for a GardenerWe should use lilies as currency,Carry them in pouches on our backs, their ruffledPetals surrounding our heads inCrowns of pink and purpleWe could trade their happy faces for asparagus And translucent green onions for a spring salad,Or … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 2022 Day 3
Dusty trunk of cracked leatherand crusty lock reveal Great-Gran’s long-forgotten cache of fine Chinese silks,bolts of vibrant threads that survived tempestuous seas and mud-sucking roadsbut Great-Gran vanished in the waves of flu, the silks packed away, tempting nibblesfor attic mice. … Continue reading Reincarnation
bathed in showers of sunlightpetals wave to me in silken exclamation pointssweetly pliantI bend and weave them together into a long line of hugsearth and sun warmedaround my necka feathery amulet against the world A little poem for the dVerse … Continue reading Daisy Chains
Watercolors Our days and nights bleed togetherWatercolors on canvasHue and tint minglingOver hours, minutes, secondsOur passing bodies weave a patternOf do’s and don’tsOf when’s and what if’sWe linger in life’s paint strokesIts colors running faster and faster In response to … Continue reading Watercolors
Holding On If only we could all be like the children we once were before we were pushed into a harsh reality by selfish adults. Our laughter and openness smothered by discipline, verbal hands covering our mouths. We gathered our moments gratefully — bits of starlight, deep woods quiet, wild violets and jonquils in Spring. We held them close, like talismans for the future. We held on until we didn’t have to. * Bonus prompt via The Wombwell Rainbow Art by Kerfe Roig So I missed the last two days of NaPoWriMo. I’m sad but it couldn’t be helped. I … Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 31: Bonus
As I Sit in SpringSunday, mid-morningand finally it’s not rainingthe wind is silent but for occasional sighsand flutters throughcurtains of greenApril is stretchingand so am I Both of us pushingthe grey awayletting lightwarm our days Prompt via The Wombwell Rainbow Art by Kerfe Roig Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 25
Salt Cellar Knee socks and folded paper a playground at recess a circle, a caucus, a coven magic fingers and bated breath favorite numbers whispered, counted secret messages released in the air fly off to the future, wait for us a circle, a caucus, a coven * Prompt via The Wombwell Rainbow Art by Kerfe Roig – Kerfe’s image reminded me of the paper game, called Salt Cellar, we used to play in middle school. So, it’s finally happened to me – I’ve lost the option to write in Classic Editor. I suppose I’ll have to hunt down a Block … Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 24
