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”

Picnic Mediation

in the shadow of our backyard, family surgedin the shadow of trees, a picnic emergedin the shadow of the playset, children snickeredin the shadow of late afternoon, the daylight glittered in the shadow of the unknown, we exchange glancesin the shadow of smoke, fire dancesin the shadow of fear, hope still catches I wrote thisContinue reading “Picnic Mediation”

Bittersweetness

You ask how I know “who is who”today as we page through countless baby picturesIt’s easy to differentiatethe expressions you three make,your homegrown fixturesBut would I be lying if I saidwhat gives it away is my head,my lash-less eyes and slow gestures I wrote this poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt #143 at theContinue reading “Bittersweetness”

Winter’s Hope

the wintry world bathesin cold sunlight for mere hoursbefore evening’s shadows overtake–the wind spiraling snowflakesacross county roadslike the veils of ghost brides,howling like the lover lost,the tire tracks fadingthe farther we part from humanityleaving streetlights in the rearviewuntil the morning’s brilliance scours the pavement clean, and we can breathe Hi, all! I am honored toContinue reading “Winter’s Hope”

Where the Seven Rivers Meet

this city that knit our hearts togetherrippling under a setting sunof Kool-Aid colored yarns and heathersthe rivers weaving together to oneunder sunlight’s gaze we’ll stay a whilecatching memories in butterfly netsbasking in nature’s soothing smileany worries this place will surely forgetwe’ll sing the scores of the bluff and rivers, the hidden alleys and burnished brick,cozyContinue reading “Where the Seven Rivers Meet”

Cruising Wandering River

Cloddity bloddityOdie O’Banionfictional guardiansearching for the answercruising wandering riverguiding paths now blurringspiritualityhumming homeward I wrote this poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt #138 on the Skeptic’s Kaddish, which was provided by Lesley this time around. Lesleyโ€™s prompt guidelines This poem is maybe not truly a Double dactyl ๐Ÿ˜… I have to admit that IContinue reading “Cruising Wandering River”

The River Remains

the river mocks us sometimesits waves flickering in and out of light and shadowslike the way you can almost, but not quite, catch the magician’s illusion, or a new friend’s emotion.the river laughs at humanity’s follies,the way we trust when pain is imminent.the river remains,even in times of darkness,and it will remain here long afterContinue reading “The River Remains”

Impossibles Possibled

We machined onward,trying to ignore the tempest behind us,and before us,and all around,entired in a mounting whirlwind. The outlook tabled against us,peaced together uncertainly by those afraid of peace, because it’s easier to fear than to love.Only later,would history tellwho footed the billand who industried the plotbut notwho opened their hearts,the impossibles possibled when weContinue reading “Impossibles Possibled”

Wealth of Seasons

Apple pickingUnder sunshine andTurning over the garden– Utilizing the lastMismatched veggiesNeglected in the weedsWhistling winds andIcicles shimmeringNext to the doorways, under eaves,Turning to dripping puddles under sunlightEffervescent melodies, sung together, joyRememberedSoft blooms ofPetals dancing alongsideRivers playing,Inviting life.Nights grow shorter, daysGrow longer Sparklers twinkleUmbrellas wrinkle, packed away.MeltyMemories shared,Everyone thereRelaxing I wrote this poem for Wea’ve WrittenContinue reading “Wealth of Seasons”