Balancing act above treetopsopen arms welcome home,not worried about the dangers, connections allowsurrender I wrote this poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt #134 at the Skeptic’s Kaddish. This week’s prompt was provided by Jennifer, who asks us to do the following: I am fortunate to experience the carefree nature of my children every day.Continue reading “Safety Net”
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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”
Perseverance
We packed memories at start of dayno receipts to take them backour car bounced off along its waywe’ll tarry along its gravel trackthe trodden path, we ignore and passeach and every time, we’ve faced removalthey carry themselves like tempered glassand charge themselves with the world’s approvaltumbleweeds and doubts circle around uscarrying on with their indifferencewe’llContinue reading “Perseverance”
Martial Universe
four horses drive us into the riverpocketbooks pulling the reinssink deep into the mirepeace, like a tidal wave, flows in our heartswe fill buckets with our hopechildlike innocence sinking sun sprawls low over the deserthuman tears water the groundearth’s dry crust cries for rainfour horses drive us into the riverwe fill buckets with our hopeearth’sContinue reading “Martial Universe”
Splash!
There was an inflatable crocodilewho supported five children for a whilethey leaned on his headand then–oops!– he was deadno more inflatable crocodile I wrote this limerick for this week’s Wea’ve Written Weekly. David provided us a simple prompt this week: *Write a poem about something that amuses you!* This poem was inspired by true eventsContinue reading “Splash!”
Golden Stars
Think, my love, of all the stars: a river of prose approaching the idea, slow motion behind the screen of leaves, I wish you grains of the golden sand to melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night– in any universe, you are my dark star you are theContinue reading “Golden Stars”
Go with the Flow
when I page through memories with you,water always takes the stage:a glistening ocean under equatorial sun, a waterfall dive after too much fun, hand-in-hand in the moonlight with toes dipping as stars take flight, muddling through currents with flip-flops on, splashing through the river and my paddle– gone, hopelessly, helplessly,happy memories flow by as weContinue reading “Go with the Flow”
Lawn Chairs at Twilight
The croaking frogs sing a lullaby at twilight, harmonizing the pop of sticks crumbling in the campfire. Lake Superior hums beneath it all, carrying the song in waves and dancing stones, in splashes and gentle crashes. prologue to moonlight summer’s lasting solstice glow stay with me awhile I wrote this poem for the Wea’ve WrittenContinue reading “Lawn Chairs at Twilight”
Words and Coffee Writing 