the sunrise over a flooded riverbed–now mid-day, or maybe sunset instead,the soft-spoken advice that leads you homethe messy-haired head lost in a tomethe crinkled leaf upon that same riverthe freckled skin, the dry hands that sliverthe mothering arms for ready embracethe struggling teacher longing for gracethe light feet dancing from place to place This poemContinue reading “Who am I and What is My Purpose?”
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I heard a wilted flower speak
one morning, bland and weak,I heard a wilted flower speakof our future tribulationsof our far-off destinationsour technicolor tapestrylife’s seeming mystery to mea tightly coiled secret kepta trepid toil oversteppedthe whisper of earth’s voicea shiver scattered once or twicelike autumn’s petals in the windall our summer days rescinded This poem was written for this week’s Wea’veContinue reading “I heard a wilted flower speak”
Rain Dance
in one moment, the earth becomesbeauty in place of pain, levityin place of rain, heartbeat scatteredacross a blood-red sky. Life succumbsto the dance of earth’s frail gravity,the freedom of loose-limbed revelry,the earthquake’s reign that shatteredour peace, the touch of rain now free This poem was written for the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt. This week’s promptContinue reading “Rain Dance”
The Character of a Year
embrace small momentsweave them into memoriesa shawl of comfortbest worn in times of trialthe armor of endurance How do you characterize an entire year? One year holds so many ups and downs, tribulations and triumphs. I think we all did this with 2020, though; nobody says, “Oh, yeah, good ol’ 2020: best year ever!” IContinue reading “The Character of a Year”
Spiral Void
float on,down the river,until its eddiesreel against nature,swirling you intothe spiraling motion,the space devoid of downstream flow,the turbulence out of control,spinning on repeat ‘Tis the season to overextend yourself until you accidentally burn out, to then take a day entirely to yourself, and to finally bounce back feeling rejuvenated but also slightly off-kilter like you’reContinue reading “Spiral Void”
Treble Clef
crisp orange leaf floats like a melody its music reverberating through the silent woods I wrote this septolet for this week’s Wea’ve Written Weekly at the Skeptic’s Kaddish. Here’s the prompt for the week: The Septolet is a poem consisting of exactly seven lines containing exactly fourteen words with a break anywhere in between the two verses. Both verses deal with the same thoughtContinue reading “Treble Clef”
The lens through which we see the world
the camera reflects the lens through which we see life captured light glistens bright and speckles the soul with sunbeams fractured lens the camera pretends tells only half the story squeezes hope bitter note looking for glory heartened now we are learning how to share love camera’s hope the story behind the lens empathy warmContinue reading “The lens through which we see the world”
Journeying
for the love of adventure, I’ll cross these prairie lands of waving grass and sun-speckled hollows, the pastures hidden beyond winding county roads and no-named hillsides, sleeping under yesterday’s roof and weaving tomorrow from scratch Oh my goodness, it’s been a few weeks since I’ve written a poem on WordPress! I’ve missed that. This semesterContinue reading “Journeying”
Distractibility
boldly billowing grim clouds coil and laze around others swirl in dance I’ve written on here before about my difficulty with focus. Toward the end of my chemo infusions and immediately afterward, I couldn’t get my brain to attend to any one idea or situation for more than 5 minutes or so. It would bounceContinue reading “Distractibility”
Cumulus humilus
fog drifts over distant ridges like the earth’s smooth exhalations turning foamy cirrus into stubborn nimbus the tug of rain eases life’s pain I’ve mentioned previously on WordPress how much the sky interests me, from watching storms roll in to gazing at the star-filled night– and I’ve shared more cloud-centric poetry. The fact that peopleContinue reading “Cumulus humilus”
Words and Coffee Writing 