Sliding beyond the brow, the bend of where noise began. We lemon these throats behind us, whispered under night’s edge. We focused on the impossible, bravely kicking up the dust until we become invisible. We scoured our hells, but they couldn’t make runway for the undergrowth. How many more days will we spend, leaderless, hoveringContinue reading “Lemon These Throats”
Category Archives: Poetry
Time’s Calm
The stillness of that year,captured in still frames,plucks at my veinslike the IV needle.We drive to the hospital,to empty waiting rooms,to masked facesand empty eyesto perdition,or so it seems.Still, that waiting room haunts me,awakening masked emotions.But time passes smoothlythrough the eyes of a needle,until the ghost of that year fades,wavering in my mind’s eye,and IContinue reading “Time’s Calm”
Wide-Open Field
the hallway holds a spiraling blur of blinding light,eternal and etherworldly.I step through with hands shading eyes,trying to glimpse the world ahead.For the longest time, it remainedcordoned off,a heavy blockage impenetrable,the stone path held in place by gatesonly partially of my own making:the limit of struggle,the toxins of trauma,too many brick blocks boarding me up.Now,Continue reading “Wide-Open Field”
Spring River
Spring welcomes us home:a vivid splay of vibrant greensto warm the eyesand raise the hearts.The sliver of riveronce spied between the tangles of bare branchesnow blooms and overflowslike so many flowers along its bank.Sunlight stirs us on,beyond the hour we once huddled indoorsto bask in orange rays that skitteracross Earth’s surfacelong into the evening.We stayContinue reading “Spring River”
Tour Guide
Take the trail that’sRarely comfortableA meandering footpathNewly discoverable Soon we’re lostFollowing the tangibleOr we’re trail-crossedRambling irrefragable Make a choice firstAnd commit to inevitableTangling words cursedInside poetry infrangibleOpen the world’s thirstNoble and intangible I wrote this poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt #156. This week’s prompt is from Carol Anne, who asks us to doContinue reading “Tour Guide”
The Pinecone’s Story
This bench holds yesterday’s stories, and tomorrow’s unspoken truths.I guard it like a sentry, the protector of the youth. I’ve watched this waterfall splashand splatter every single day; I’ve winked at illegal skateboarders,smiled at children who skip and play. I cast freckled shadows across the groundand let myself dance within the breeze,when I finally landContinue reading “The Pinecone’s Story”
Contentment is a forested path
Contentment is a forested path,its exposed roots grounding my soul,its slivered sunlight pointing home.Onward is the way we’ll roll,the evergreen boughs painting peace,and us ensconced in cozy fleece.The pathway ripples with leftover leaves,the comfort of dirt packed under feet,the rest after journey, a welcome night’s sleep. I wrote this poem for the Wea’ve Written WeeklyContinue reading “Contentment is a forested path”
The Final Journey
You hear his voice in the family room,laughter as we gather aroundhis space,his stories,that very first trip around the globeto you–the first of many others,of journeys near and far,adventure in his heart.You see the sunset a visual serenade,the melody that mirrors our loss.Maybe the path of his final journeyis paved in vibrant sunsets,one of hisContinue reading “The Final Journey”
Under the Sky
Bubbles floating freely up to the sky, memories spiraling gently under the sky.Chilly morning calm breaks into sun’s delight,as cumulus, cotton-ball clouds play in the sky.Warmth hovers in the atmosphere, its glowing love,as cerulean calm paints its melody on the sky. Daylight in dance, a playful canvas for loved ones:a home for buzzing bees andContinue reading “Under the Sky”
Detour
under roads divided by the snow, goslow and take caution with control– noI haven’t seen them in a while, child,but I’ve heard their haunting song, alongthe banks of the massive river,silver slivers of shadows in the fog,smogwears a different face here,feardoesn’t hold its tongue. I wrote this poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt #145.Continue reading “Detour”
Words and Coffee Writing 