#SoCS: An Iffy Sonnet

If I were someone different, then who? Perhaps an imp of questionable trust A woman who without reason hates blue Or a girl who battles an urge for lust If I were angry, would you like me still? The swearing, the vile looks I give to you Or do I resist a valiant will? A female without persevering hue If I were not smart, would you fill me in? I’d like to be “that girl” on Jeopardy If I wereRead more

#SoCS: A Day Such as This

I aspire to a day such as this When blue meets blue and autumn is barely kicking When the geese aren’t sure if they’re supposed to stay or go When a summer-like breeze mixes with a waft of fallen leaves And Mother Nature spares us from her killing frost I am inspired on a day such as this To hop on a bicycle and ride ’til it hurts To follow a trail littered with leaves and invisible footprints To breatheRead more

You can touch my paw

Are you kidding me right now? Can you see I’m trying to sleep? Don’t care if you heard a meow It may have been an annoyed peep Let’s get this straight and evenly precise Only I can disturb the daytime snooze Consequence comes when you roll the dice It may involve blood and a bruise I’ll catch you later when it’s time To stretch, yawn and head to the dish This nap will no longer need to rhyme As youRead more

#SoCS: Soar and Fly

My oh my, how we fly From day of birth through good-bye Decades pass Memories last But, still, we wonder why My oh my, what is this life Is it about husband and wife A child or two Or single in lieu Or perhaps it cuts like a knife My oh my, the days slip away We pray for three seasons to stay Time can be a snake Age can take a break Preferring to go out and play MyRead more

#SoCS: Yes to the Horizon

“I’ve been in my helmet, I can’t tell you how many times, smiling – and actually laughing out loud, enjoying what’s going on around me. You do feel it. It does enter you; it takes over your whole spirit. You just kinda want to go YES!” ~Lance Coury, as quoted and printed in The Enthusiast magazine~ Road or trail Two wheels or three An ode is what this needs Fast or slow Clutching or shifting The smiling spirit it feedsRead more

#CBWC: The Bridges of Wiouwash Trail

This week’s entry for Cee’s Black and White Photo Challenge (CBWC) includes photos of bridges. A warning to all who go past Perhaps you should not pedal so fast Stop and enjoy the scenic view The Wiouwash Trail gently beckons you Its bridges take you to the other side Or bars you from a former divide. (The Wiouwash Trail is almost 28 miles long, from Oshkosh to Hortonville, WI. The photos you see here are from a nine mile stretchRead more

Steadfast in Hope

Yesterday, during church service, Pastor Shawn talked about being steadfast in our faith during life’s trials, and the everlasting hope that it can bring. Whether you are Christian, of a different faith, or not religious at all, there is a message here, one I’ve tried to intertwine in a sonnet. I hope you find its value. We walk this path between hope and despair In life, in trials, our choices not plain Fueled by action, sentiment or prayer Minds veerRead more

#SoCS: I Drive to this Place

I drive to the forest I hide in the forest Breathing in cool air I know in this place It is a safe space For a grumbly soul to bare I ride past a thousand trees The blue of lake’s seas And give two legs a dare Twists and turns abound Up and down without sound In sync with a gravelly stare I drive because I must The heat at home an angry bust The heart finds its weather loveRead more

Monday Mash-Up

Today is a bit of this and that Photo images of where it’s at Trails, flowers and an unashamed cat A mash-up entry of the last few weeks Nothing outrageously new or unique Images of the days that gratefully speak Down a hill, up a hill, pedaling away Going as far as I say it’s okay Enjoying a sun or cloud-infused day Sitting on a patio, taking in the sight Flowers in purple, funky orange and white This is theRead more

Light and Shadow

Green light of his eye holds a soulful gaze He lays in the comfort of red and gold Hardness of life digs into clouded daze The stress of being cat cannot be sold “Hey mom?” “Yes, Gibbs?” “Watcha doing?’ “Trying to write a sonnet or poem about you.” “I hope you are telling everyone that I’m a good boy.” You are, buddy, most days…” His world has changed somewhat for the better Gray paws roam free without prison’s firm gateRead more

#SoCS: Undone

Who am I that I breathe and live upright? Under constellation of blazing stars Staring at the morning’s first rays of light Living in a world filled with mixed bizarre Who am I to be counted in the fold One of his sheep that grazes over time A child from a rib, neither young nor old Waiting for forgiveness of one’s own grime Who am I standing here in pondered pause Faith borne of hope in a fragile abode WhileRead more

Breathless

What do I ask that is not envisioned The heart of my own spirit fails to speak Words that leave the tongue in indecision A desire within the realm of the weak Why do I question what can be conceived By the response of the one called ruler Is boldness permitted in time of need Or possibility found peculiar A spirit groans at the lack of command Intercedes with courage in muted gaze An understanding of the mighty hand ThatRead more