Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Two Tanka Poems

Mint spreads like wind blown
leaves filling my garden bed
with round leaves climbing
toward sunshine   ready for
hot   honeyed   light morning tea

Cornflower blue sky
heavy with cotton ball clouds
changing from castle
to ghostly cattle grazing
in a periwinkle sky

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Dessert Too

 (Cupcake and photo by Stephanie Pride)

It should be something that
announces itself in the baking
enticing aromas
infusing the air we breathe
creating a longing
for the taste
moment of bliss
as we hold each fork full
to our lips
on our tongues
just for a moment
enjoying it to the fullest
before we swallow
and it is gone

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Dessert in the Desert

These despised hot days
here in the desert
collecting cacti
with my camera
heat dripping down
from my scalp
to the soles of my
crispy baked feet
all I can think of is ice cream
mint ice cream
soothing to my
tongue where heavenly flavor rules
In my imagination I ate
the entire carton
then went back to work
with heat dripping down
from my scalp
to the soles of my
crispy baked feet

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Five Poems

These are written in response to a prompt by Robert Lee Brewer in his Poetic Asides column.  You can find it in Writer's Digest Magazine and online at http://www.writersdigest.com/ .    As always, thank you, Robert.

The Sun Fell (The Sun Also Rises)

That day he admitted his
crimes against you
against God
against me
against family
His words boiled in
my belly until
I needed to vomit

I did not know where
to turn what
to do
my mind spun out of
control I couldn't think
all I know is that evening
the sun fell

Emma's Wonderland (Alice in Wonderland)

Wonderland made of night dreams
day dreams
passages from books
lines from poems
brush strokes from paintings
stippling from charcoal drawings
verses from songs
instrumentals in their entirety
poem song stories built in my soul

No matter what part of Wonderland
I am visiting you are always there
I wake with you travel by your side
give you sparkling silver kisses
or deep red kisses never ending
you play my heart like a piano
late late night or early morning together
waking ends with you by my side
no matter what land one thing remains
I will always love you

Lord of Lies (Lord of the Flies)

Something is not right
way inside the core of you
truth is what you decide
it is
at that moment
lies are only explanations
or evidence of
the problem being with everyone else
never you
not your fault
because you know
what real truth is
an insight no one else has

A Good Soil (The Good Earth)

Shrubs gone
wall built
weed cloth laid

build a good soil
to feed my garden

potting mix, organic
so much better
than what they sell as topsoil

light compared to heavy
lets roots grow
instead of suffocation

peat moss
compacted treasure of the ages
holds raindrops

giving drink to flowers and fruit
veggies and herbs
long after a thunder storm

compost black gold
feeds continuously
coaxing growth

from stems leaves buds
in turn gifting us with
blooms in purples pinks yellows whites

fruits red blue green purple
vegetables enough for
now Thanksgiving bounty saving for winter

it is with love
I build a good soil
joy comes with harvest

Invisible Child (The Invisible Man)

Wake up to mother's general call
to all brothers sisters
Time to get up

Sit at the table
behind the row of cereal boxes
spread for each to choose

Eat in silence
Dress for school
Walk alone thinking alone

Take my seat in the classroom
saying nothing
following directions

Walking home thinking alone
come in the door to my
shared room without hello

Pick up a book
lie down on my bed
to read my mind's adventures

Dinner nervous time
dad is intelligent stern aloof
mom sighs too often

Back to my room
to read in peace not even
wondering how many words

I have said
or not said this day
of invisibility

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Spring Squirrel

Good mornin' little guy
Streets are bustling
park is still quiet
yours to play in
flick your tail
wiggle your nose
up on haunches
just in case
but then
drop and sniff
run again
scamper part way up a tree
turn head down and
scurry down into the grass
stop go
run wait
dig for something planted
before winter
how can you remember where they are?
grasping with paw hands
transfer to mouth
teeth firmly gently hold a gem
once again you run
up the tree
to the branch
holding your nest

winter is gone

Monday, May 7, 2012


Sign of the times
so beautiful a structure
stunning beauty
nestled protected
between two
sometimes bustling buildings

Carefully modernized
without sacrifices
to an earlier time
For Sale
like so many others
is it noticed at all?

Who could buy
this glorious building
and love it
as I do?
Down in the city
where night is
as busy as day

Dress the windows
in lovely drapes
with a center of sheers
Three floors to live in
One for meeting
buying and selling

Garden on the roof
giant pots and cauldrons
overflowing with
breakfast lunch and dinner
basking in the sun

Envision this place
in early morning
when people hurry
down the street
briefcase and coffee in hand
Off to work!
Quickly now!

Think of winter
looking out from the
warmth upstairs
at shoppers in
coats hats gloves
shiny paper bags labeled
Banana Republic Ann Taylor Dillard's

Consider summer nights
Theatre down the street
Opera just a skip away
Music venues all around
Chatting over a late dinner
seated in the patio area
Have another glass of wine?

Who could buy
this glorious building
and love it
as I do?
Down in the city
where night is
as busy as day.

Sunday, May 6, 2012


Please accept my apologies as I go through the posts AGAIN, seeing what I can do to improve, update, renew and edit.  Most of these writings are my response to experiences and work at healing.  I have new posts to add, some I may want to remove. This blog is a labor of love as I work and begin writing again, something I was prevented from doing for many, many years.