Monday, July 29, 2013


I remember
more heat than cold
steaming days at 40c
swollen rivers, mist rising,
the heady scent of flowers
birds gathering
wrinkled sheets


On The Todd

If by some feat or miracle
I was given a day off
in the middle of the week
Would I sleep late, nestled
with you under cover of a
single cotton sheet
my front cool from the breeze
through the open window
my back hot from the exchange
of our bodies' heat
back to front

Or would I leave you as usual
and walk, not to work, but
instead follow along the dry
river bed, finding myself a cool
grass cushion under the shade
of an old wizened tree
and there take my pen and paper
and trace our body angles and
our uneven breath in phrases
floating across the page

Our unspoken wishes appearing as
small strokes and short lines
which turn eventually to a fine dust
like the ashes left after
a fire has died


Sunday, July 21, 2013


I have run amuck
in days unladen
with inspiration
Duty called my feet
to walk in old tracks
riddled with fresh
I stopped
to listen
there was the voice
of reason
calling me


Monday, April 22, 2013

Earth Day


How sweet these moments in nature be
that give such pleasure to you and me
In the rush and energy of daily life
they allow us respite from any strife
or simply show us nature's beauty
during moments we are spared from duty

be it swan families walking in a row
 a mother duck swimming with babies in tow
flowers growing by a lane
watching birds through the window pane
feeling the earth breathe under bare feet
eating wild strawberries for a treat

a special gift to have the chance
to feel sweet moments of
life's romance.


NaPoWriMo #21
Shared with Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
Open Link Monday

Sunday, April 21, 2013


Moon as umbrella
a new thought
leading me astray

As the sense of you
behind doors
on memory lane


NaPoWriMo #21
Grace over at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
challenged us today is to write a new lune poem either using the following:
Kelly Lune -Three lines containing a syllabic count of 5-3-5 (thirteen syllables).
Collom Lune -Three lines containing a word count of 3-5-3 (eleven words).

Friday, April 19, 2013


I melt into you
or is it you into me?
No matter the geography
we are blended
our worlds


NaPoWriMo #19

Izy from Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
challenged us to
Go now and bring back something shiny and unexpected, bring on the melting."

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Grandma’s Quotes

“You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink”

“You can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear”

These are the sort of things
my Grandma used to say
when I might be unhappy
on any given day

Some days when I had lost at love
and felt my life was over
she'd say, “there's always more than one
shamrock in a field of clover”

So dry your tears and rest your fears
and get up off that bed
pinch your cheeks and give a smile
there's nothing to be dread

“Tomorrow is another day”
another chance for growing
and guys get a real rush
to see a gal's complexion glowing

“A rolling stone gathers no moss”
so get yourself into action
knowing you are on the move
will give you satisfaction

So up I'd get and pinch my cheeks
and paste on a pretty smile
wear my best blouse and snappy skirt
and walk up town awhile

I’d think of all those things she said
her quotes for every occasion
and they would keep me on
the straight and narrow
without a lot of persuasion.


NaPoWriMo #18
This challenge comes from Susie over at Imaginary Gardens with Read Toads
Today I want you to write the words to bring light into your own life or that of another. Whatever the struggle bring the verses to lift the spirit.

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Where is Our Spring

Where is our Spring?
The sunshine and the falling rain
Where is our Spring?
The touch of warmth that it will bring
the tulips blooming near the lane
the smell of blossoms here again
Where is our Spring?


NaPoWriMo, # 16
Our  challenge for today from Marian, at Ordinary Garden with Real Toads
is to pick one, the roundel or the rondelet, and write one! 

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Girl with Flowers
Joaquín Sorolla y Bastida

Your eyes beguile me
promises beyond belief
flowers to be picked


Challenged by Hedgwitch 
at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
"to write from any one of Sorolla's paintings, employing their favorite of the many short forms"

NaPoWriMo #14
A Senryu, 

Saturday, April 13, 2013

NaPoWriMo #13

Over indulgence
a habit to forfeit
We can't save up
as the bears do
energy to use later
Everything stays
and sometimes grows
into great
lumps and bumps
If we stop eating
we die
but surely


Challenged by lolamouse at 
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

To write a poem of the ordinary but give it a Collins-ish twist.

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Rankin Inlet

"Where are you going?"
"For a walk,,,just to see"

the dogs are
on top of their
It is spring
after all
No person stirs
even the wind
is mellow
All activity is
behind closed doors
no doubt
at breakfast
Babies crying
to be nursed
Elders still groggy
from yesterday's
out on
the land
The moon still
as a
pale imitation
of itself
The only sound
my footsteps
on gravel
An occasional
bird song
A message
a warning
into the emptiness
and beyond

"what did you see?"
"the dogs are back"
"good stuff"


Destinations and Dialogue

Challenged by Herotomost
at Imaginary Garden with real Toads

NaPoWriMo Day 11

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

A Missed Engagement

She:  you lied to me in September

He:   my dear I don't remember

She:  you said we would wed in spring

He:    I don't remember a thing

She:   you promised our love forever

He:    now that would be an endeavor

She:   are you mocking me now, kind Sir?

He:    no, my mind's a bit of a blur

She:   then you never meant a word

He:    I'm sorry, this is absurd

She:   then leave me now, you swine

He:    madame, the pleasure is mine


Izy's Challenge - A document for discussion

NaPoWriMo #10

Tuesday, April 9, 2013


we both smile
you bite
with a gentle edge
I entangle myself
and squeeze.
My smooth
serpentine limbs
glide over your
crocodilian bony plates
death grip


 Words Count With Mama Zen
inspired by the scientific illustrations of
 Maria Sibylla Merian. 

NaPoWriMo, Day 9

Friday, April 5, 2013

For Rodriguez

“Silver magic ships you carry”
even when you were unknown
You wrote the words that many
adopted as their own

Your story of redemption
strikes a chord, cutting deep,
Open wounds that might have festered
healed by words you would repeat

Lost but not forgotten
by those who really heard
They would search for you forever
hanging fast to every word

“Sugar man you’re the answer”
that shows life can rebound
when the message isn’t wasted
but continues to compound



Imagined By 

Thursday, April 4, 2013

"Last Call for Sin

"Last call for sin"
grabbing courage from a can
to late to be anything
but yourself
worthless as that may
seem to be
who's gonna help
you out
when doing that would
bring them down
to late
wasted words
you're on your own
your hole
you dig?



Imagined by: Isadora Gruye

Wednesday, April 3, 2013


NaPoWriMo DayThree

Kerry's Wednesday Challenge ~ Existentialism

it doesn’t matter
then it doesn’t matter
who I choose to love
above all others in this
here and now

Or that I choose a narrow path
and not get lost in magnitude

it doesn’t matter
then it doesn’t matter
that I choose to hear the canary’s song
and not  the vulture’s groan

I can accept the fault as mine
if tears instead of smiles abound

I alone choose
to make or break
to love or hate
to share or hoard
all at my own accord

it doesn’t matter
then it doesn’t matter
that there is no special
world beyond this present one

when all of this
is said and done


Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Who's Sorry Now

Through the looking glass
onto the stage
mic in hand
belting out the
Connie Francis song
age fourteen
pretending nineteen
lusting for life
without a parachute

who's sorry now


imaginary garden with real toads
Time Warp - 1958

Monday, March 18, 2013


What remains
ethereal about the
the soft moisture
from a casual



You are
to me
we are
from another
ancient memories
long forgotten
hands on hands
arms and bodies
a passionate
breathing in
our essence
that touches
our bodies
a desert
we have been
this I
within me
lies a
of you
as you


Thursday, March 14, 2013

Good As It Gets

It's as good as it gets
don't have sweats
so it's gonna rain
don't complain
sit by the fire 
and drink champagne

It's as good as it gets
give up the frets
love  is everywhere
stop and stare
see those two kissing
is there some thing your missing?
get out there and find it
put yourself behind it

It's as good as it gets
hedge those bets
the sun will come out
then we'll all shout
and run all about
play in the sand
life's so grand

It's as good as it gets
dry those tears
wrap those fears
shift those gears
make life dance
now's your chance

It's as good as it gets
soon one forgets
just a few lines
like a nursery rhyme
not to heady
but get yourself ready
cause life's just fine
most of the time

It's as good as it gets
joy begets
so no regrets


Thursday, March 7, 2013


Was it you?

I want to pound
the earth

I scream

Was it you?

What was it?

What did you do?

Cause doubt?
Steal a life?

Cause a fault
in the fabric
that is me?

An intense
for you

A loss
for me.



There is nothing like a double vodka,

or a toke, or a pinch of coke,

to smooth out the jagged edge

To bring to mind the phantom friends


to make them mellow, all amends,

sins forgiven, every one

There is nothing like a double vodka,

or a toke, or a pinch of coke,

to make the scalpel keen

so that when it cuts her flesh


she never feels the wound


Sunday, February 24, 2013


Nostalgia can burn
we quickly learn
when life's injustice
we discern
we long to return
to former days
when it seemed life
had much better ways
But unless we walk
in other's shoes
we really aren't armored
with any clues
as to why their life
turned out that way
and the answer to why
they've gone astray
so give the "ciggy"
if you must
say the "good evening"
which is welcome I trust
but don't take their pain
away with you
unless there's something
you know you can do
'cause each of us has
a cross to bear
and the other guy
doesn't know why it's there
Just do your best to
have compassion
and do what you can in
an ample fashion
and life will continue
the way it should
not everything needs to
be understood.



I draw close to you
Ouch! thorny


Saturday, February 16, 2013

Old Tears

She is crying over something

Metaphorically speaking

She can taste the salt
of unshed tears

She is five years old
and someone has stolen
the piece of chocolate
from under her pillow

She is fifteen years old
and someone is making out
with her lover
on the back seat of
her brother's car

She is thirty years old
and her husband
has fallen in love with
the pretty little blond
next door

and so it goes

She is fifty-five years old
and she hasn't any idea
what these tears are for

and she doesn't want
to know


The Veteran

She is
thinking of him
the veteran

of many
shooting wars

the man who is
tall enough
strong enough
erect enough
lean enough

the man with
large hands
made gentle

the man whose
mouth thirsts
for scotch
and rum



for her


Saturday, February 9, 2013

About Love

I often
what I will
remember most
when all is said
and done
About love
I mean
in general
and about you
in particular
The anger,
the frustration
that seemed
The never ending
The mad emotions
that fuelled
a life
running on

Or will it be
the words
all the
in all the poems
written on bits
of paper
Fading now
difficult to read
Needing to be
so that they will
burned onto


Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Frenetic Two

Oh frenetic two
where are you?
Flown away out
into the wilderness
of blue
T'would be such
a rich sorrow
in some distant
to hang once again
on such
a sweet rack
of pain.


An excerpt from :Her Story by Ellecee

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

This Old House

(a self-portrait)

This old house
the weight
of her

Shivers when
the winter
blow through

Sighs on balmy
nights when
the light
glistening stars
through her

The latest
added to
improve her

A bright
for a

But still
and all

A remnant
from a time
and character

She is
looked upon
as an

She bares 
a plaque

"Heritage House"

She is
not allowed
to be


A Friend's Haiku

Striker is a poet from Perth, Western Australia, who particularly enjoys writing Haiku.

Here is a link to his page on this blog and some recent writing,,,



Golden striped ceiling
dark around the exterior
golden orb rising.

Sat in silence
thinking of past adventures
awaiting thermals. 

Fence sitting early
another golden dawning

heading home in awe.