Wednesday, April 12, 2017

The Sun

The sun rises
earlier in the day
The birds are aware
change is in the air
For them
it's instinctual
for us
something else


Sunday, April 2, 2017


I eat sorrow,
your life, my
loss, settles
in the esophagus
I push with effort
You move on through
chest, diaphragm,
Forced into lower
passing through
the ends of toes,
a molten liquid, returning
to ground
"ashes to ashes"
"dust to dust"


Although opposite in character
this poem was inspired by 

"The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast -
The branches grow out of me, like arms"

Written for 

Prompt Nights – Light is easy to love. Show me your darkness – [45]

Friday, March 10, 2017

Mrs. Folks

Diminutive woman

Reluctant mother


Forced through chaos
to awareness

Growing toward autonomy

Nineteenth century dignity

pitted against

twentieth century crass

Bridging the gap

Sometimes frightened

Often lonely

Branching out

Determined to do life well

Pioneer spirit

In her groove


In memory of my Mother
Reposted for

Prompt Nights – Women are the real architects of Society – International Women’s Day Special 🌹

Sunday, March 5, 2017

A Memory

She has a memory of meals
prepared everyday
without fanfare
on an old wood burning stove
Kettle boiling, stew simmering,
scent of spice settling
Table laden with crockery, cutlery, 
tea pot, mugs, buns and butter,
and, alongside,
two chairs,


Posted for

Prompt Nights – It’s in an old kitchen that the best food is made – [43]

photo credit

Sunday, February 26, 2017


"You look young for your age"
he says and
She laughs out loud
and says
"not really"
and then he wonders
what she means and
he's not sure now
if they should meet
after all
but if he says so
what will his excuse be?
since he's been acting
so eager
and then she says
"are you there?"
and he says
how about the Sylvia
on Sunday
at three"


Written as a bit of fun for

Prompt Nights – Come chase oh fleeting thoughts of the moment – [42]

Saturday, February 11, 2017


Tenderness is a lie,
compassion folly,
intimacy a pretender
stealing the night
creating fantasies
dreams with rude
One day all will be lost
secrets revealed
I don't believe her
I am beyond doubt
I know his tenderness
is true
His compassion
Our intimacies
that steal the night
our dreams
Written for

Friday, February 3, 2017

Up in the Morning

"Up in the morning's no for me
up in the morning early"
If I'm disturbed before 'tis noon
you're sure to find me surly

I am nocturnal in my soul
don't miss the sun arising
I spend my eves with muse and pen
which isn't so surprising

I love to sit and watch the stars
the constellations shining
I lose myself in thoughts of love
for which my heart is pining

So leave me to  my late night play
no "up in the morning early"
If I'm disturbed before 'tis noon
You're sure to find me surly


Inspired by the poem
Up in the Morning Early - Robert Burns
and written for


Friday, January 27, 2017

Cast a Light

Withdrawing, withdrawing,
desiring respite in seclusion
Days drifting, drifting, drifting on
all of life a pitiful illusion
Thinking, thinking, thinking, dark ‘til dawn
Seeming sudden, shadows cast a light
that only poignant dreaming could ignite
“it is never, ever, to late to mend”
even as a journey nears its end


In response to

Friday, January 20, 2017


Oh, the play and all the staging
set for aging, aging, aging
Director to the actors paging
come forth on stage and do your part
enable life to create art
Oh, the play and all the staging
set for aging, aging, aging
thin of hair and memory fading
frail of limb, body degrading
Oh, the play and all the staging
set for aging, aging, aging
Thoughts of life with some dejection
not ready soon for more reflection
Oh, the play and all the staging
set for aging, aging, aging
Not to be spared the day of reckoning
I fear the reapers call comes
beckoning, beckoning,
Oh, life's play and all its staging
set for aging


Photo Credit

Saturday, January 14, 2017


In a heartbeat life changes
clouds  roll in and showers fall
a child is struck by a car
someone wins a lottery
love appears, disappears,
we seem so lost
and found

In a heartbeat the world changes
Earthquakes come and leave their mark
rain forests die,
we weep
A new Pacific island rises from the sea
we walk together

In a heartbeat she changes
the good things become bad
then the bad things become good
She anticipates a warmer world
then finds it remains the same

In a heartbeat we are renewed
though issues remain the same
we accept
and like the phoenix
we rise again,
move forward,
meet our destiny


Written for
Prompt Nights – Attitudes are contagious, is yours worth catching – [38]

Saturday, January 7, 2017

Arrive On Time

Arrive on time

"To celebrate the waking, wake" (Rukeyser)

Don't miss the orchestra
The song
The sentence
The longing 
Love unrequited
The dance
The sun
The storm
The funeral 
Arrive on time


Written for Prompt Night