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”
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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”
The Fog’s Secrets
The lake keeps secretsjust like the rest of us, holding them closeunder the watchful eyes.It sits there a while,a bleak tableau,painted in damp mist:a living wilderness.Once you’re inside, the fog envelopes you,entrapping you forever,but never revealing your presence. I missed the deadline on the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt, but I really enjoyed the idea behindContinue reading “The Fog’s Secrets”
Melancholy Music
Youthful hand palms the crank,twisting slowly, eager anticipation.A melody twinkles, softly spiralinglike her dance,all tipped toes and curled arms.Frail, wrinkled hands grip the crank,memories twirling backof moments magniloquent,bolder than life itself,captured in her dance. Ben provided us with a playful prompt this week for the Wea’ve Written Weekly. Below is the background and prompt guidance:Continue reading “Melancholy Music”
Waterways
skip and scurryacross the pathwayslike field mice,searching for the next hideaway,a close and comforting space,a dock’s safe slip of grace These summer days go so quickly! Sometimes I feel like the field mouse I saw racing across the road on our drive to summer school this morning. His little back legs were spinning like tinyContinue reading “Waterways”
Tranquil Scape
The escape to tranquility,to waters rushing and still,to the calm of spacewhere water meets sky:the unspoken whisperof past and futureblurred into one present.Alive in tree roots,polished rocks and wrinkled pine needles,the landscape revitalizesdead souls,calls home life’s warmth,and echoes a hopethat reverberatesunder my rib cage. I wrote this poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt #167.Continue reading “Tranquil Scape”
Storm Warning
winds cross the medianand cross our heartsmitigated existencecross-switched without caredestruction everywherethe shame of luxuryof wasted libertya blight of eternityhard-pressed againstnature’s breastonly to be squashedwhen the winds pull back When we were camping over the weekend, we received a call from a good friend that our area had suffered some serious rain and storms. Someone postedContinue reading “Storm Warning”
My Favorite Tip for Writing with Limited Time
Earlier this year, my schedule made it so difficult to fit in writing time. Teaching 7 classes, some over their enrollment limit, and being the main transportation source for my kids to their sports and other activities made life overwhelming at times. It’s a good kind of overwhelming, because I enjoy my job, and IContinue reading “My Favorite Tip for Writing with Limited Time”
After-Shock
She’s nobody’s foolto think she deserved some reprievefrom these headwinds and chaos,the tumultuous dayswhen she was caught up in the storm.Now, she spins circles,finds the air is still loadedwith the damp heaviness that forbodes a second storm. I wrote this poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt #165, which was provided this week by BobContinue reading “After-Shock”
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