Only a Pencil Will Do The teacher handed me the big, fat, round pencil because only a pencil will do. My hand, small, awkward, felt overwhelmed. What will I do with this? What magic will ooze on the page of the Big Chief? Years pass by and still, the [...]
Two Roses Heirloom roses side-by-side flaunting fanciful frills one crimson bud stares longingly my turn not yet your flowering unfolds in time for now you wait patient breaking free soon keep hope . . . If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the [...]
I Remember . . . I remember colored baby chicks, dying eggs, and filling baskets with plastic grass, and sometimes wildflowers, but only at the farm. I remember shopping for new white shoes, a hat, and gloves, and trips to the fabric store for yellow-dotted Swiss and white netting [...]
Shadows Shadows cling to the dry grass shaping vertical lines of fences and trees. In a moment, the black stripes disappear and what was seen will fade into the blackness of the night gone, forever as the universe, and me, constantly evolve, transform, unfold, become. . . . [...]
Blackberry Cobbler My husband's favorite made with the berries from his garden. Bubbling butter forming a cinnamon crust purple juice swirling lightly, warm, and sweet. He asked for banana cream pie. But the berries were shouting from the freezer, "It's time!" That was Sunday. On Monday, nothing remained but the [...]
The Gift I noticed tight white buds waiting to burst forth. I watched wondering when the blossom would unfold. On a damp day in in the cold, I met the gaze snowy and silent. Now the blossoms sit on my desk rescued from the rain and wind that knocked it [...]
Time with a Friend a priceless gift of listening, sharing, embracing all of life's ups, downs, joy. . . . Music and poetry are transformative tools that connect us to each other and to ourselves. —Mary Pipher I learned early. Friends are not pebbles you collect and hoard [...]
Coastal Winds Coastal winds whip across the marsh, trees submit, yielding—bent until the limbs gnarl and knot finding strength and hope. . . . Poetry doesn’t have to be hard. It can be about dogs or flowers or death or pigs or laundry. It can be fun or [...]
What Nature Brings Every day something blooms, a songbird fills the breeze with music. I wait in anticipation of the next day wondering what will nature bring? . . . A poet is someone—you, me, anyone—who writes poems. —Jerome Judson Spring oozes with opportunity to explore nature, to [...]
Longing Longing for the days lost behind stone walls and trees, verdant, lonely, hidden in time waiting. Oyster stones, cold, stand strong weathering silent storms leached in the walls echoing loud the truth. Fog came, silenced the pain of words thrown out in haste lingering without consent and lost [...]
