Above and Below What’s Lost

February 15th marks the two year anniversary of when I lost my mother at the age of 99-1/2. While I miss this dear woman, I am relieved and grateful that she is not sitting alone in a nursing home, without her daughter’s visits, while a pandemic rages on. Heaven above is where she belongs and earth below is where I must live and breathe and keep moving. I can plainly see Your smile from above The peace you must feelRead more

#WATWB – Hope in a Poet

When day comes we step out of the shade,aflame and unafraidThe new dawn blooms as we free itFor there is always light,if only we’re brave enough to see itIf only we’re brave enough to be it ~Amanda Gorman~ By now, most of you have heard of this young, twenty-two year old poet laureate who spoke so eloquently and intelligently at the U.S. Presidential Inauguration on January 20th. Amanda Gorman is a shining star in the world, a bright light, aRead more

Blue Eyes

I was new yesterday blue eyes look back through the memories that life unpacks I am new today blue eyes open wide under warm covers a pondering existence hides I will be new tomorrow blue eyes fully singing at a multi-colored dawn the din of winter ringing I am new always every day blue eyes steadfast in a sea of optimism for a world love that will lastRead more

The Tracks of my Toes

Here I go in winter’s snow dancing to and fro telling my prints where to go I dig a hole to what’s below beyond the snow it excites me so But then I go because here it’s cold outside the window I’m not that bold The tracks of my toes will forever show I played with gusto then quit the show in winter’s snowRead more

Ratty Sweaters

She comes to me from a world beyond In dark, smirking comedy A reminder of a time that is past A black sweater shall not be her remedy I am my mother’s daughter it seems. I hang onto clothes that are comfortable, no matter the condition. The clothes that envelope me in warmth and security, like a blanket in the hands of Linus and the black sweater my mom hung onto in her nineties. It took me over 20 yearsRead more

Of This Star

J ingle, jingle O ur hearts full Y uletide joy T insel on tannenbaum O vercome in peace T he world changes H e comes E vermore with grace W ide-eyed wonderment O f this star and gifts R ejoice L oudly sing D ay of joy and lightRead more

The Drumbeat

It echoes from soul to soul Long ago, yesterday, here and now The drumbeat Eternal through time Continuing through ages In myth and unknowing A pounding of words Washing of mind Untruths repeated The drumbeat quickens Spreading fear, doubt Deleting intelligence, validity The people accept It must be true Heard over and over and over again It is loud and voracious Eating sanity Drowning out awareness The drumbeat cares not Of its intent and repercussions It embraces darkness No turningRead more

Black and White Whiskered Sonnet

Gray exists in abstract feature and lines It can never be the lover of true The dope is blackness and white for the times Their hearts doth lie with definitive stew The sisters lay in dual existence In dark inkiness and the soft of snow Whiskers twitching in muscle’s common sense The cautious, darting almond eyes aglow Twins in no-color shades of ying and yang Essence of tuxedos in voices raised Demands of attention is their harangue The worth ofRead more

Headspace Between the Eyes

H eadache E veryone knows its name A ngry space between the eyes D ecisive dull drumming S wallowing relief in red pill P acing, waiting A che abating…perhaps C linging with adhesive hold E xcedrin, need more If you’re looking for a place to promote your poetry or short stories and posts (600 words or less) check out the Go Dog Go Cafe and Promote Yourself Monday. It’s an opportunity to connect with other bloggers and read their creativeRead more

In a Moment

In a moment I shall see the wholly beauty of thee the chartreuse forest sublime in a taunting seasonal rhyme In a moment I have laid down Horizontal lifeless brown Roots exposed to autumn air The forest sing-song in despair In a moment I stand tall Piney feathers never fall Limbs hold up a child dear An endless mission crystal clear In a moment winter will come My leaves fallen, done I’ll capture the warmth of sol Rue arrival ofRead more

SoCS: Mix it Up!

M mmm… A blueberry muffin R ight up there ^ Y ou can have one too J ust get out the ingredients M ix it up E nvelope the ingredients as one L ick the bowl A nd wait, let it bake N ineteen, twenty, twenty-five minutes G ood stuff out of the oven E at up, enjoy! Stream of Consciousness Saturday is the brainchild of author Linda G. Hill. Every Friday, Linda provides her followers with an inspiring blogger’sRead more

When I Stop

When I stop in the middle of God I am present in the silence of the wind whispering an angel’s breath swirling in and out of crimson and golden maple I hear His creatures Whistling, chirping, rustling across branches on earth’s floor I feel His blessing Peace, tranquility I understand the grandeur of His beautiful, magnificent creation When I stop here in the middle two eyes well with gratitude for breath, life and two legs I give thanks stay silentRead more