Wednesday, September 28, 2016


Who left her there?
In a country where
everyone speaks her language
but not to her
Invisible in the crowd
of the living
Against her will
her children suffer
Tears are not a cure
Frustration reigns amid
the chaos left by her
failure to reach out
"They" cannot offer solace
without knowledge
of need


Written for Promp Night
When Shades of loss weave with pattern of madness

Friday, September 9, 2016


To a stranger
she appears lost
seen struggling through
the dense underbrush of
their perceived doubt
she seems confused
out in the open
away from the protection
of supporting friends
she is vulnerable
so they thought
but unknown to them
she has a map
her course is clearly marked
a crooked line highlighted
with a black pen
her destination marked
with a red star


Reposted for

Thursday, September 1, 2016

The Picture

I see him now
his face an image on the page
this incident which moves us
to yet another stage
of knowing who we are,
no secrets anymore,
thus revealed to me the packaging
of the man I would adore
This man whose gaze directs
itself at me
    in forthright manner just as he
     would be
     In all our interaction large or small
     and all incidents to date
     I can recall

     I move to him somewhat subdued
     He is revealed to me in every mood
     In reality, not fantasy, I am now set
     and thus allow myself not one regret.

     With faith and fortitude we will progress
     and live this story line with smiles
     and much finesse
     with joy and laughter, tears and fun
     we will move together through this run.


Written for:

Prompt Nights – A photograph is but a memory in raw format

Note: This is an old poem and I couldn't find the photo it is
describing. But this handsome gentleman will do  :-)