On this Veteran's Day, I would like to thank and honor those who have and are serving our nation by sharing a poem that I composed last year.

 A special thank you to my friend Torman and many others. I salute you...

 

Gone for a year

Mom… Read full post »

on patchwork dreams, we fantasize.
Luna's cool blue shadows entrance,
waltzing 'neath star strewn summer skies.

resounding glacial streams' reprise;
dulcet ballads of happenstance,
on patchwork dreams, we fantasize.

twilight's lovelorn...from sleep, arise!
night owls flutter and whitetails prance,
wal… Read full post »

Time is like the wind
That comes in the morning
With a barely palpable caress of the cheek
Rising to a comfortable caress
In its measured passage of the day
Until it rises a sudden gale
Revealing the irrevocability of its power
Trembling our browning leaves
And blowing them to our finality.

~Phi/… Read full post »

...this persistent cough with the estimated 25,000 people weaving a 5K ribbon of pink through the streets of downtown Des Moines today; but while my New Balance walkers stand empty somewhere in the dark recesses of my closet, my heart is there along with those whose lives have been touched in… Read full post »

meekly, he bellows
beseeching her affection
poor lovesick fellow

Long ago, elk and bison freely grazed the prairies of Iowa. Settlers arrived, bringing with them their guns and altering the landscape. By 1900, these creatures and many other species had disappeared from the region.… Read full post »

The Irish gave the bagpipes to the Scots as a joke, but the Scots haven't got the joke yet. ~Oliver Herford


The word conformity had never appeared on her first-grade spelling lists and it would be a few more years before she was introduced to its definition. However, she learned quite/… Read full post »

piercing northern winds
ravage maple's brittle boughs
one crimson leaf clings Read full post »

The scent of rain still lingers in the air and there is no color in the eastern sky this morning—only a soft white haze attempting to penetrate the bleakness. Somehow, its reflection glows brighter in scattered puddles adorning the sidewalks. Lambent droplets cling to the deep red baubl… Read full post »

This little prose exercise is a belated response to CarolinaBlue50's   recent six sentence challenge.  What can you say in six sentences?

My, how quickly they grow!!!

In kindergarten, wardrobe malfunctions and boo-boos are common occurrences and so I was well-prepared when I not… Read full post »

"Things which matter most must never be at the mercy of things which matter least." ~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Lately it seems, there's been a pervasive cloud hovering just over my shoulder. I've been reluctant to admit it—even to myself; but it's been building in intensity… Read full post »

Recently a friend on another site, Alfred B., posted a challenge: to select an original text and gradually mold it into poetry. CarolinaBlue50 immediately rose to the challenge with his own creation in Anatomy of a Poem.

For my effort, I selected a passage from Maya Angelou's Wouldn't Take Nothi… Read full post »

"And I saw that the sacred hoop of my people was one of many hoops that made one circle, wide as daylight and as starlight, and in the center grew one mighty flowering tree to shelter all the children of one father. And I saw that it was holy." -… Read full post »

sleepy moonflowers greet morning sun
Belladonna proudly postures
flaunts voluptuous pink petals

steadfast sisters also bask
spirited brown-eyed Susan smiles
Heather serves sweet nectar to the drones

succulent Stella spreads her canopy
bashful Lily-of-the-valley retires
seeks seclusion in cool/… Read full post »