Sunday, May 1, 2016

May 1, 2016 The Sunday Whirl -- Sunday's Whirligig/ A Dazzling Turth -- Poets United Poetry Pantry

A Dazzling Truth

a dazzling truth                  hard to find                     truth subjective

personal                      what is true for you                may not be true for me

and what is true for me    maybe not be true for you      grace is what i asked for

number one on my christmas list          and maybe yellow scrambled silken eggs

transformed by fire           shimmering on a purple place      the plate of knowing

that speaks to the table      words plain                        forthright

words of the father       a simple prayer                        gratitude expressed

we learned it all             in childhood                            after the black of night

dreams or nightmares    comes the light of a new day   in the land of the living

the dawn breaks            like the shell of the egg            the morning slides out

whisked into another page      white before me             all possibilities are here

the yearning continues    and maybe always will           something beyond myself

beyond my own skin       a boundless place                   from the window

i can see                           the world transformed            snow fell in the nightmares

and fell on this land         mesas and mountains              the sky still grey

a magic moment              is it true you asked                  for who i answer

my truth alone                 just two years ago                    the shell broken

i awoke in a new place   the snow continues                my own personal story

May 1, 2014

Saturday, April 30, 2016

April 30, 2016 Writer's Digest April PAD Challenge 2016/ Dead End Poem NaPoWriMo

Dead End Poem

the end of something             is not necessarily                        the end

perhaps just a portion            of the journey closing                 a relationship ending

not really a dead end             you know                                     a day coming to an end

the end of a school year         the end of a holiday                     a dead end

is something different            death                                            is the real dead end

there is no tomorrow             what you know                             is what you know

the story is over                     no more answers                          the sign

at the end of the pavement    said dead end                                and it meant it

afterwards there is only silence   ... and sorrow                         you will be in another land

there are no do overs            when it comes to death              it will be as it is... dead end

April 30, 2016

Friday, April 29, 2016

April 29, 2016 Writer's Digest April PAD Challenge 2016 / Haphazrd Poem

Haphazard Poem

maybe it is all chance      or take a chance              who knows what will happen

there is always a chance  it could be the best          or the worst

throw the dice                 roll the wheel                   you will never know

unless you are willing     an idea pops in your head        go ahead

what do you have to lose  and maybe the world to gain     it all hangs in the balance

each day another opportunity    to follow the lead     accept the offer

you never know     what is around the bend      unless you take a chance and find out

April 29, 2016

Thursday, April 28, 2016

April 28 2016 Writer's Digest April PAD Challenge 2016 / Important What -- dVerse Open Link Night

Important What

here i sit                       nothing comes to mind                        important (what)

for goodness sake        what is important after all                    if not important

what about necessary   food is necessary and this should be available to everyone

something good to eat  snacks are good too                even if they are not necessary

water                             necessary for life                                fresh and sweet

not dirty                        discolored                                           laced with lead

waterfalls                     might not be necessary                      but oh, what a delight

oceans & seas              a place to sail...                                  only if you have a boat

or as edward lear says   "a sieve"                                      or something else that floats

a roof over your head   a warm dry place to rest                            a cave

or nest                          a place to call home                                   work is necessary

something important to do   something to remember   we are told by edna st. vincent millay

"love is not all            but men are making friends with death       for lack of it"

someone else might say      a motorcycle or a horse                      is important

but then again             we could always walk                        surely a name is important

or how will you know when you are called                                or where we will sit

how will you be identified     then last but not least                  a life to call one's own

April 28, 2016

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

April 27, 2016 Writer's Digest April Pad Challenge 2016/ A "Take-Off" Poem -- Poets United Mid Week Motif/ Open

A “Take-Off” Poem

a day comes            not in every life                          but it did in mine

without warning     you “took off”                             it was a single action

with many consequences       unexpected                   unexplained

for the life of me i have no idea why      ... we all have our reasons

if we are honest      and you must have had your's     when not feeling well

and have no idea what was wrong                      behavior can be strange

still i wonder      was it expectations unmet                simply cleaning house

before the winter chill set in                   life is so full of mystery

and sometimes the actions of others just remain explanations

what is behind it all                          was it something you had planned

or a tactical error     which only made sense           from your vantage point

a day to remember       still only a moment      in the whole scheme of things

i would like to tuck it into a little velvet pouch                  put it away

scrub my brain          never think of it again           some things best forgotten

April 27, 2016



open heart                  open to others                           open mind

new ideas                   new sounds                               new tastes

open in every way      to the world around me       open to becoming unstuck

dissolving the glue      that holds me fear            keeps me from the experiences

that make the world rich      the letter arrives               open it

takes my breath away         it is fear                     afraid to try something new

something a little bit scary    the phone rings               fear again

turns my blood cold          your voice on the line      a knock at the door

i open it                             you chase my fears away         no longer afraid

light floods in           i am released from old fears      welcome fellow travelers

April 27, 2016

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

April 26, 2016 Writer's Digest April PAD Challenge 2016/ A Love Poem -- dVerse/Your Poems

A love Poem

to see you                    to be with you                    the very thought of you

your warmth                kindness                             humor and tenderness

each time                     fresh and new                    yet a long continuum

wrapping                     the silver thread                 from my heart

to your's                       and back again                   to my own

love is complete          comfortable                         no questions

no insecurity                complete acceptance           love is austere

it is not about              what i can get                       but what i can give

silver and gold            are of no value                     when compared to you

you renew my soul      soothe my spirit                     it may not be necessary

but men die                  for lack of it                         i cherish you

April 26, 2016


The Old Man to The Old Woman

he was old                   shuffled as he left the store         shoulders hunched

head down                  heard him say                              but could not understand

someone else explained      he likes your hair                a kindness given

a kind of love             from one old man                        to an old woman

who has also lost       the spring in her step                    she touched her hair

and smiled                 waved to him                                 hello...goodbye

April 26, 2016  

Note:  We really don't get too old to give and to respond to kindness.  


Your Poems

your writing is like pieces of a puzzle      even when you have fitted         each piece

into the whole                               still hard to get the news     some words from dreams

some from imagination                 some from memory              thrown into the air

allowed to stand                            where they fall                     fitted into the picture

where they land                            so many levels                      meaning distorted

stretched                                        exaggerated                          combined with other words

for new meanings                          each word pregnant              with meaning for the whole

even when all are fitted into place   still there is mystery            so much unexplained

the reader             is expected to bring something of their own   fill in the blanks

add paint                                     plug the holes                          finish the story

April 26, 2016             

April 25, 2016 Writer's Digest April PAD Challenge 2016/ Exercise Poem

Exercise Poem

everyday i say                    today                             i will exercise today

i need to                              i want to                       yet everyday

the end of the day draws near               and still you find me at the easel

i have chosen a profession                    that hides its finish line

each day                                      i say i wish i could have done more

for even an artist                 must plan dinner           go to the grocery

make preparations              clean up                         do the laundry

change the sheets                           spend quality time with the one i love

and each day i do all I can                           and never get to the exercise

now that the weather is warmer                i will find the time......

                                                                    the weeds grow in my garden

April 25, 2016