Thursday, January 31, 2013

Small Stone #31

Winds are high
the snow melts away
a false Spring


I've enjoyed this January challenge very much,,it has encouraged mindfulness of ordinary things,,,,

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Monday, January 28, 2013

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Small Stone #26

Shining glass mirrors
reflect the essence of you
behind the closed door



Friday, January 25, 2013

Thursday, January 24, 2013

A Man

She tolerated his
"Export A" kisses
His inept fingers
on her inner thigh,
and all the
various and sundry
which he described
making love;
because she knew
he had been
a man


He is Growing on Her

He is
growing on her
In the morning
when she rises
to gaze at
her a.m. face
she sees a film
growing there
a fine fuzz
covers her cheeks
her ears
her chin;
and soft
It possesses her
and will
move downward
no doubt
and cling to
and such,
her warm
for all
the cold nights
that follow


Small Stone #24

sighting brings pleasure
Nature's gifts


Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Monday, January 21, 2013

Hello and Goodbye

From his latest discovery pad
he launches rockets
of excitement toward
a known destination
Filled to the brim with himself
he is flying toward
lost participation, regained,
lost friendship, reframed,
just for him
From her observation deck
she watches in awe and angst
seeing his rockets lighting up
the sky and filling her landscape
with a kaleidoscope of colour
not for her
In the aftermath she searches
for the answers to old questions
but there are none
she can only remain the
conscientious observer of
her own fate
she is armed against the inevitable
His rockets have struck accurately
on target, and he relaxes in the
knowledge of reversed rejection
and a certain retributive justice
which flavours his day
with bright ideas
as he contemplates
the pleasures of
new alliances
he is not


Small Stone #21

Molly runs
happy to be free
Town restricts


Saturday, January 19, 2013

Small Stone #19

Laughter and secrets
Visiting with my sister
Too soon gone

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Location:Deep Hollow Rd Canada

Friday, January 18, 2013

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Wednesday, January 16, 2013


Throughout the house
there are the scents
of things
robust or faint
old with new
comings and goings
not always mixing well
yet always present
reminding me of the
here and now
as well as
the dead
and gone


Small Stone #16

Crunch on snow
woodpecker knocking


Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Small Stone #15

The frozen lake speaks
with grumblings beneath the ice
yearning for Spring


Monday, January 14, 2013

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Small Stone #13

A grey morning
yet I sense colour
The woods win


Note: I accidentally deleted my Small Stone #12 - I want to thank Grace and Dulcina for commenting if you drop by.

Friday, January 11, 2013


The wilderness
calls to me
the ancient
I have never

The ones I
have encountered
by accident
in the beginning,
later, by design

The smell of
burnt bush on
the desert floor

The sight of
the tundra
in spring

A moving field
of tinted grass
the colour of
gold nuggets

And I ask myself
a question
about you and I
and our
ever present
with one another

Drawn to the
of our differences
dry as a desert,
fragrant as
arctic tundra

yearning to be


Corporal Knowledge

Corporal knowledge,
the bitter taste of
sacrificial wine
the Eucharist
of love
you say.
Not so
Not so say
the many
who find
in the body
of their
the elixir
of life


Small Stone #11

Solar lights on snow
a warm feeling memory
home sweet home


Monday, January 7, 2013

While You're Away

While you’re away
I want to write you a letter
and tell you how it is
How I am
keeping busy at work
and I go to the pub
on Friday night
I clean the house
on Saturday
do laundry
I read 
most of Sunday
sitting up in bed
mug of coffee handy
I start over 
in the new week
Sometimes I 
go to a movie
on Wednesday night
chick flick
I cry 
during the sad parts
I want to write you a letter
to tell you how it is


The Last Romance

the last
came by chance
the next
they say
could be far away
beyond years
beyond fears
beyond tears

maybe it’s just me
who can’t see
beyond the surface
maybe it’s just me
who can’t see
a lot of purpose
maybe it’s just me
out on a limb
the Brothers Grimm

not to go back
no, not that.

to go forward
with style
 a smile
across the abyss



Alas! he was the one!

Alas! he was the one
Who came when loss had just begun
He filled the gaps with sweet refrains
Made flowers out of dead remains
We laughed and cried and sang of love
I the hand and he the glove
I sprouted wings and flew so high
There was nothing I wouldn’t try
And then one day he went away
Leaving me in disarray
I was crippled, I fell to earth,
Questioned daily what it was worth
I settled for memories as the prize
That only he could realize
Alas! he was the one
My helpless heart could not outrun.

Note: This poem was written in March last year in response to a challenge given by Leo of "I Rhyme Without Reason" on his Facebook pages.