Sunday, February 18, 2018

Writing Poetry


I tried to write a poem of candy 
But not just plain candy
Chocolate bonbon words
So soft, smooth, sweet
Delectable, delightful, delicious
Like eating a smile
Then becoming one
Becoming one

Then I looked at my suffering crazy world
I tried to write words of bitter medicine
Not an ointment or pill
But foul tasting
Dark liquid
That burns as it oozes 
Down sick throats
That need to swallow
What's good for us

I found I have no recipe
For certainty of words
Now I wish I could just write
Jumbled words of dark and light
A casserole of comfort 
Made from mystifying spicy layers
Of scrumptious or unappetizing flavors
Consumed by those hungry
For the taste of peace

(For Poets United.)

Wednesday, February 14, 2018


There's never silence within me
I listen to my spontaneous chatter
Of words unpolished by convention or poetic norm
A rushing stream of flashes 
In repetitive monotonous form

Though my body sits still
I watch those words prance
In serious or meaningless dance
Most often identical
To yesterday and the days before
"Will it rain today?"
"Ugh, he's rotten to the core." 

Still I sit
Because someone said I must
If I want to ease those fears
Clear the dust that clouds my sight
Relax in my own story
Recognize that in the spaces
between those thoughts 
repeated in a jumble, a jungle 
Of words
Is where silently
I Am

(For Poets United.)

Sunday, February 11, 2018



Switching TV channels I stumbled
On a scene of two men singing to a tree
Don't know what they advertised 
They made awful sounds
But made me wonder
Can the tree hear them? Feel them?

What if I sang to a tree?
Expressed my love, admiration, appreciation?
Would it know?
That I'm one of those "good guys"
With a bleeding heart that throbs
With anticipated grief
Over a menacing future
Where people like me
Do not sing love songs
To each other 
Or to trees 
Because everything changes

What if I sang to a tree?
Would I know?
That it too sings to me
About its loving roots and branches
Strongly reaching towards all others
Without imagining destiny
Because everything changes

(For Poets United.) 

Wednesday, February 7, 2018

Vincent Van Gogh - Shoes 1888


She was mean
Refused to buy them for me
I already had two
One pair for school
One pair for everything else
You don't need them she said
Never noticed that I gulped my tears
Never cared
I never cared either
About her
Did she have two pair
Or any
When she raised the courage
To pick me up
Gulp her tears
Walk briskly away from him
It hurt 
Like walking barefoot
On broken glass
Not knowing 
If her feet would ever heal
Enough to fit into something pretty
Like the shoes I yearned for
And eventually got
                                                                                                                                                                    (For Poets United.)                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

Sunday, February 4, 2018


Photo is taken from the Self-Realization Fellowship Meditation Gardens in Encinitas.
 It's one of my favorite places, which I always visit when I take a little vacation to California.
I just returned.  Had a wonderful, serene, soul refreshing time. 


I sat
Not in silence
But in the midst of this noisy world
Nothing was still
Because the world is always making circles
I watched
The ocean proudly curled its waves
As the sun's fiery tentacles tickled the water
Creating millions of exquisite glittering diamonds

Slowly I inhaled
First the ocean 
With all those diamonds,
The black speckles of surfers 
Like seals resting and gliding 
Then the sky, the sun, the playful clouds,
Oblivious people conversing beside me,
Little puppy with the meditating man,
Couple walking by hand in hand,
Bushes dancing with the wind, 
Flowers growing rainbows 
Even the tiny bugs
And all those things unseen

All that surrounded me
Filled me inside
That's where it all resides
Though I did exhale

Sunday, January 21, 2018


Are you betraying me
Or did I betray you?
You protest
I confess 
Done you wrong
I thought you were strong
Enough to endure
Maintain your allure

So how did you lose
That youthful contour?
I fed you well
Well maybe too much
Though nothing too bad
As such

I could have done better
I know
But who turned your hair
To snow
Or makes you walk 
So slow
Or dimmed your glow
Or made everything
Slip below?

Not I.
It's nature I blame
You need to know
There's no shame
In your sagging pieces
Increasing creases
Those accidental releases

Let me be clear
There's no betrayal here
Nothing mysterious or obscured
You must rest assured
You've simply matured

(Recently, the prompt here at Poet's United was 'the body'.  I started to write it but never made it to the deadline so I'm posting, though pretty late.)

(For Poets United.)

Wednesday, January 17, 2018


I walk around my house
Concrete symbol of my soul
Containing all the brightness of my loves 
The recesses, where I hide my hates
Entwined like vines
I squeeze their fruit,
Transform their wine
Into my blood
Which makes my heart
I seek sobriety

There is no other house
Like mine

(I haven't been around too much lately.  Enduring a poem drought.  
But, I tend to write most when I'm happiest.  Am quite happy now that my husband has been declared free of cancer and is feeling much, much better.)