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Discarded

I sit here amongst the broken pencils, crinkled post-its, and abandoned erasers. We live untouched and awkwardly perched, unused and possibly forgotten. My jaw is disjointed and my alignment botched, my blue paint graying in this dusty twilit corner. My staples no longer fit, little metal sparkles lodged in edges of our desk drawer home,Continue reading “Discarded”

Lessons in Patience

Patience is a virtue:the restraint in the chaos,the ticking of clocks heard from a great distanceuntil the sound is only a memory, like the whisper of the windenwrapping the yellow-tinged leavesand tossing them into the sunbaked sky.Patience is the calm beforethe storm; the soothing serenade of moonlight scattered on the bedroom walls;the simple act ofContinue reading “Lessons in Patience”

Dusk’s Feathered Patience

Pause here a moment undersunset’s stillness, underthe cover of dusk’s feathered patience.Trace the lingering pinktendrils that pool andwane into faded blueskyline, simmering anothermoment, bathing in the glow of yesterday’s memory, and leaving justan echo of quiet. I wrote this poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt #178. This week’s prompt was provided by Jaideep, whoContinue reading “Dusk’s Feathered Patience”

Day & Night

backlit by moonlighthovering in fogtwinkling along sunsetsmiling in smogquivering by dayspringthundering at dawnlightning in the gloamingechoes of a song Just a fun little poem to start out your Monday morning. What’s your favorite time of day to be outdoors? I am a big fan of sunsets and dusk, particularly in the summer and into autumn,Continue reading “Day & Night”

Waterfall Serenity

Sweetness grows where the waterfall flows,beckoning arms of foamy spray,plummeting over rocks in carefree leapand sparkling with sun’s blessing,splashing fierce in bold whirlwind, dancing and twirling to revealburied treasures of rock and debrisor unguarded hopes and dreamsor a mix of both in its watery tempestand then to surface amidst tranquility,churning that dims to bubblesand basksContinue reading “Waterfall Serenity”

5 Years Cancer Free: Babies After Breast Cancer

When I first started thinking I’d be lucky enough to celebrate 5 years free of cancer, I imagined that I’d host a huge party with everyone I knew. The 5-year NED (“no evidence of disease”) mark is sort of a magic ticket in the cancer realm, a sign that, if you’ve managed to outrun aContinue reading “5 Years Cancer Free: Babies After Breast Cancer”

Shore under embrace

dive right indive beyond the shoreshore paved in pebblesshore tossed with waveswaves jostled under storm cloudswaves freckled by sunlightsunlight coating our armssunlight streaking between tree limbslimbs dance under the heavenslimbs splay among the breezebreeze frolics through the treetopsbreeze echoes over the reedsreeds wave along the swamp’s edgereeds play along the dunesdunes sprinkle sand on ourContinue reading “Shore under embrace”

At the Edge of the World

skip stones from skyscraperscoming down with moondust dreamsbeyond the balanced bayouabove the crescent cadenceand atop the twisting tempestuntil the valley falls asleep This is just a fun little poem that I wrote earlier this summer and decided to share at a time when I knew life would be a bit busier. Nature images usually inspireContinue reading “At the Edge of the World”

Wildred

Paint your feet in empty footsteps over uncharted spacious wonders, to bask in the desolate aura of freedom.Tremble in beloved and hapless isolation, under a cloudless sky,to cringe when nature ignores your name.I read about a young man who hitchhiked into Alaskan wilderness,looking for the meaning of life; he lived in an abandoned bus, cameraContinue reading “Wildred”

The Befuddled Donsy

Under the vines marched the gnomestheir donsy formed no aisles or rowsthey picked at a green grapethen frowned at the landscapethey were really expecting a plum rose I wrote this poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt #170. Dennis provided the prompt this week, called “A Donsy of Gnomes”. The details are as follows: YourContinue reading “The Befuddled Donsy”