Thursday, June 21, 2018

HOT WINDS BLOW/imaginary gardens with real toads


The morning cool
Temperature just right
As the day travels
The temperature rises
Hot winds blow

Within the dwelling
The sound of voices rise
Anger flies from the windows
The temperature rises
Hot winds blow

Your eyes aflame
Hot under the collar
Point your finger
Just for emphasis
The temperature rises
Hot winds blow

Remove your clothes
Nothing touches your skin
Sweat runs down your belly
The temperature rises
Hot winds blow

The sun sets
End of day
Twilight in the desert
The Temperature drops
Hot winds sleep
Cool winds take over

June 21, 2018

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

WHAT IS IT TO BE HUMAN/poets united midweek motif/human


We have elected a person
To “lead” us that
Shows us the worst of us
No, not unusual
He lies and cheats
He follows all
Self-serving endeavors
Lacks compassion
Isn’t very smart
Knows nothing of history
When things don't go as planned
Always blames someone else

He has a large head
Which appears to be empty
Has no heart
An empty vessel
His reign like
King George
Can I say it will be OK...
I think he will take himself down
With the weight
Of his ignorance

I’m mad
Who would use children
Hold them hostage
He thinks 
This is a good issue for him
The sun rises in the morning
To light the world
But, this is a dark time for our country

June 20, 2018

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

WILDFIRES IN EARLY SUMMER/imaginary gardens with real toads


Life goes on as it will
Like the river
That runs through the heart
Sometimes the water level
Is low
And sometimes it is high
We have to rush to keep up

For if we do not
We will never catch up
The river moves on
Toward the sea
It is said, “We never step
Into the same river twice”

The flow of water 
Comes from the mountains
In spring when the snow melts
The water levels are high
Water rushes down
Fills the river to over flowing
Life is like that
And sometimes the gifts of life
Are overflowing

End of summer
The river dries out
Fish caught in pools
Wait for the rains to come
It is all a cycle
Like the wheel on your bike
Turning round and round

It is early summer now
Wildfires blaze
Smoke fills our little corner of the world
The scene is like the pictures of China
Mountains lost and found
In smoky  atmosphere

June 2, 1018



If you had asked
I never thought 
I would be the one
To celebrate your leaving
And yet…
Each year about this time
I remember clearly
A film cycles in my mind
A sunny day in June
The scent of honeysuckle
Your chair empty

June 19, 2018

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Sunday, June 17, 2018

THE GOOD OLD USA/sunday's whirligig #166


The morning is a wonder
The heavens opened
The rain came at last
The whole world smiles

There is much rejoicing
Some arroyos were full
The road remained passable
Travel continues

Tucked into your shirt pocket
Years of waiting
Dark clouds form over the mesa
The high surf is only a memory

What of greatness
Can a country defy it’s actions
I hear politicians say
“We are better than this”

I say, “this is who we are”
We are not better
We are known by our actions
How we treat the least of us

The homeless
The young
The weak
The sick
The old
The poor 
The hungry
Fly your flag
Be proud
“This is who we are”

June 17, 2018

FATHER'S DAY 2018/The Sunday Whirl -- Wordle #356


It’s Father’s Day
Who takes children away
Who separates families
Tell them to return the children

No time to fiddle while Rome burns
Fire the last shot
The hour is late
From the tower I can see
More are coming

Fleeing from harm
Fleeing for their lives
In search of safety
Who treats families like animals
Who puts children in cages

Draw your last breath
Call home
Tell them where you are
Tell them you are not alone
Tell them you will pass safely
They will say
Honey, I was worried
But you are safe now
You are in the USA

June 17, 2018

Wordle 356  tell, alone, fiddle, shot, late, tower, treat, pass, harm, breath, call, honey

Saturday, June 16, 2018



As still as stone
The morning

A dusty blue
Over the mountains
The cloud filled sky

Outside my studio window
A gentle breeze moves the sage

Memories of you
The color of your eyes
Your kindness
Your touch

You were my Mother
All my days

Once again
You are here
I take a deep breath

June 16, 2018

Thursday, June 14, 2018

THE WHAT OF IT/imaginary gardens with real toads


What time is it
What day 
What week
What month

Sometimes hard to tell
The exact moment
We arrived
Or when we will leave

Or when we will be 
Escorted out
Separated from our Mom

What is going on
Who is in charge
Is the complaint department
The door locked

I was already feeling shame
When I saw the flag
But now…
I don’t want to see it at all

Will someone grow a pair
Someone in the “family values” party
What is happening is a disgrace
So, what do you say about the “what of it”

June 14, 2018

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

LUST THOU ART, AND UNTO LUST SHALT THOU RETURN/poets united midweek motif/Lust


The neckline of her gown
Dropped down
A peach exposed
A fleshy pink
His eyes followed
And caressed each globe

“That wondrous charm of sex”
Whispered B.W. Procter
As he speared the melon
On his plate
Round and juicy

There is no explaining the itch
Biological urge
Fleshy lust
She was a hot blooded young woman

And he felt she owed him
He whispered “sweet nothings”
In her ear
Asked her to meet him on the deck
Half past one

The waves broke high
The wind blew straight
The sea always made him horny
Flesh to flesh
A sailor he would be

In his imagination 
He sailed the seven seas
The master of his craft
A legend in his own mind
Asses to Asses/Lust to lust
Lust thou art, and unto Lust shalt thou return

June 13, 2018



What have I learned these many years
I suck on my eraser
Chew the covers of my books
The first lesson is 
I am not in control

Often there is nothing I can do
I stand witness
I mind my own business
I laugh at the rain

There was something about..
If you can’t say something nice
Say nothing
In the 8thgrade I served 64 detentions
I couldn’t stop talking

Treat others as you would like to be treated
This seems fair
Help those in need
I scramble through my purse
For money to share

Never cheat or lie
It gets you nowhere
The truth in whatever garb
It wears today will do

You ain’t nothing special
No better no worse
Than your fellow man
So give him a break
Life isn’t easy for him either

June 13, 2018

Tuesday, June 12, 2018

"BILLY GOAT GRUFF" STROKES HIS BEARD/imaginary gardens with real toads


“Billy Goat Gruff” strokes his beard
He looks on
Without comment
Glad to be in the sunshine
Out from under the bridge

He listens for the song
In the wind
Knows it is your song
Understands all its meanings

He climbs the highest hill
He looks for you
Without knowing
You have gone away

Each of us could go at any minute
Without waiting for the bell to ring
Rush outside
Wave to the clouds

Throw two small bones
Put them back into my pocket
Hop the appropriate number
Of squares
It is your turn

Scoop the jacks
Life is a game
Eternal playing
No end in sight
And suddenly it is over

It can come as a surprise
Minding your own business
Pour the tea in the teacup
Pass the biscuits, please

June 9, 2018

Monday, June 11, 2018



It is not because you are always perfect
Not because you always get it right
Not because you are the best dancer
Rather it is because you are you

It is not because you are ordinary
It is not because you are like everyone else
It is not because of the way your song
Is most beautiful in the forest
Rather it is because you are you

It is not because I hold you dear
Not because you are special
Not because you are rare
Rather it is because you are you

It is not because you dare to be
It is not because you hold back
It is not because you are irreplaceable
It is because you fill your shoes like no other

June 11, 2018

Sunday, June 10, 2018



While waiting for the rain to stop
I run my finger along spins
Of books on shelves
Books are my friends
Some are new friends
And some are old 

I look forward until the day
We meet again
I pick you up
The read begins
The whole story
Unknown to the reader
Until the end
Final word

Last page of the book
Or last page of a life
So much happens 
In each life
From beginning
To end
You are the book
I am the reader

Your adventures are mine
And mine are yours”
I want to know the how 
Or why of you
What makes you tick
Like the clock on the mantel
A dark metal
With an angel hovering at the top
You are my lucky find
Waiting for the rain to stop

June 10, 2018

THE PASSING OF YEARS/the sunday whirl #355 -- Poets United


The years pass
Without a word
No instructions
Simply pass
One after the other
Usually, before I get to know thee
You are gone
Just a number on the calendar
Crossed off

Spirit-dog stands at my side
My companion
He warns bears not to come
Into the yard
To keep a sacred distance

Each day I dig the hole
A little progress daily
A hole in the earth
Just my size
Wrapped in
White linens 
A final resting place

The morning still and quiet
I listen for that sound unusual
Never knowing the words needed
To say my say
To sing my song

I spread them all out
I scatter the black words 
Across the white paper
A murder of crows

I am writing about you
My every act
My breathe
Searches empty spaces
I find you there
Nestled in between

June 10, 2018

Friday, June 8, 2018



The sun high in the sky
My wind chime
Captures a gentle breeze
Sings a song complete
The “what” of the song
Is not known

There are no words
To describe the feeling
Traverse the streets
Stone faces stare
Clouds bank high 
Above the mountains
You leave the room
I am alone
Empty without you 

June 8, 2018

Thursday, June 7, 2018

THE GOD OF RAIN/imaginary gardens with real toads


Rain is as common 
To our world 
As the sun 
That rises 
Each morning

Yet, sometimes
Many days, months…
Even years pass
Rain doesn’t come
Clouds form on the horizon
The sky a lovely shade of grey
The day passes
As dry as bleached bones
Laying on the desert flour

The First people
Have ceremonies
To bring rain
They sing and dance
Shake their rattles and prey

Rain makes everything
An adventure
Cross the street
On slippery pavement
Jumping puddles

Meeting a lover
Cozy inside
Safe and warm
Knowing the God of Rain
Has cried for his people

June 7, 2018

Wednesday, June 6, 2018

THE WHEEL IS SILENTLY STILL/poets united midweek motif/running


There was a time in my life
I was the guinea pig
Running in the wheel
So much to do

Over time
I have slowed down
I focus on what is important
I give it the time needed
I resent all that takes me from
The studio

My life is focused
Sometimes I feel I am
A lighthouse keeper
Alone in the tower
Looking at the world
I can see in the distance
The future appears
The past is silent

I am at home
Here on the mesa
The sun rises
And the sun sets
The wheel no longer spins
There is no more running

June 6, 2018

WHO AM I/imaginary gardens with real toads


I am a gatherer of words
I fill my basket daily
Always looking for 
Associations and descriptions
To define this world 
I live in

I have been told 
I am a master of color
But what does that mean
Color like words 
Defines this world
Color is everywhere
And so sociable

Color is never
Found alone
Rather in groups
Like gangs reaching for me
I wear a cheery smile
A mask to hide
My sadness

No, mine is not greater
But it is a crack
Deep into my crust
I relate to the earth
Millions of years old
Tired and worn
And yet we both continue

I sing my song
Like the song of the whale
I am not finished
A work in progress

June 6, 2018