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”
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Rainbows in the Morning
I’ll paint the sky in technicolor ifyou dance in the rain. Youskip rocks under waterfalls and tellme songs about shadows. Theraindrops coated the truththat the sun was golden and youdidn’t need an umbrella. I don’thave the answers and they don’t havethe time, but you don’t have toremind me. We’ll rememberrainbows in the morning if anything.Continue reading “Rainbows in the Morning”
Zigzag
We’re tracing our handprintsin sand, pulling feet from concrete footprints.We’re slipping through the silt, plunging headstrongthrough the river.We’re foraging through moss and leaves, forming futures in the foliage.We’re embers of yesterday’s memories, tracing our handprints in sand. I’ve written this poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt at the Skeptic’s Kaddish; this week’s prompt wasContinue reading “Zigzag”
Ocean Stranger
Ocean, you rippling stranger,carrying unknown danger to a land-locked wanderer like me.I could stare for hours in wonder at your hypnotic waves, skipping rocks across the smooth surface,investigating the mysteries left behind at low tide, plunging headfirst in abandon into seaweed, nearly caressing the curves of painted coral, dripping footprints on shell-crumbled sands, and dozingContinue reading “Ocean Stranger”
Sconnie Love
Love is playfullike autumn’s trees,or da stop-and-go-lights,colorful, ever-changing, dancing in a sudden breeze.Love shimmerslike a squeaky cheese curd and evolves likea Brandy Slush sitting on a January porch,sometimes chilly but always warming.Love is as sweetas a couple-two-three Kringles with fruit filing, smooth and decadent, savored like a short-lived Sconnie summer. I wrote this poem forContinue reading “Sconnie Love”
Maui Fires
the orange blaze stole our tears and bled our hearts leap into the Pacific as the banyan tree groans on Front Street the moans of hurricane winds history in flames Kanaloa, hear our call the world cries for Lahaina On Tuesday evening, I sent my husband, who was away at work, a message: I’d justContinue reading “Maui Fires”
Kinship & Seashore
magenta fog scrolls homeward as we ford through doughy sand evening whispers onward as we three stand hand in hand amid the swamps we’ve wandered forging lightning from the land we’re ever in kinship forward distance, time: easily spanned This week’s Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt is brought to us by Heather, who asks us toContinue reading “Kinship & Seashore”
wide-open spaces
smear the world in lilac haze as sunlight dips downward tugging nature’s weary daze beckoning children homeward One thing about life in the countryside that I will never tire of is the view of the sky. We can see so much of the sky from where our home is situated, which means luminous stars paintedContinue reading “wide-open spaces”
Street Cacophony
technicolor lights brilliantly sear the night sky street cacophony threaded cable vines that sway above our concrete jungle This week’s Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt at the Skeptic’s Kaddish asks us to reflect on urban landscapes. Thanks to Jaideep for providing this week’s prompt, which is as follows: I don’t often find myself in large cities.Continue reading “Street Cacophony”
Poem: Skipping Stones
Stone smooth, gray skip freely speckled, splashed rocks. Splash drip, drop sail softly scattered, splattered falls. Today, I’ve written my first lanturne (or two!) for the Word Craft Poetry #TankaTuesday Challenge. The lanturne is a short form that grows in one syllable each line until the end; it has a syllabic pattern of 1, 2,Continue reading “Poem: Skipping Stones”
Words and Coffee Writing 