Sunday, July 17, 2011

Dark Godiva


We’re all full of it
good thoughts
bad thoughts
selfish thoughts.
A head full of
curdled thought soup

I only let out
the white ones
altered to appear pure,
worn like a crown
to convince the world
I am the good witch

Keeping you
at a distance
so you won’t see
a dark godiva
covered with
white vermin.

A final OnesShootSunday poem.
Thanks for the memories.
Photo by Rosie Hardy.

Sunday, July 10, 2011


Too late
a sudden ray of revelation
breaks through
clouds of self-righteousness
and I stare
at the ruins I created
with acid rain words
that ate away
your self-esteem
Abrasive criticisms
that sandblasted you
to the bones
of your psyche
And I weep
to see the devastation
that remains
in the abandoned place
that used to be

Written in response to One Shoot Sunday photo prompt by photographer Neil Alexander.
A grateful thank you to Dustus & Chris. While I have not contributed regularly, I have enjoyed One Shoot Sunday very much, and all of the creative and wonderful writers whose work I have had the pleasure of reading.

Sunday, June 12, 2011


Heavy in my mouth
Words unspoken
A ring of truth
In lines of lies
Dried to dust

Heavy on my mind
The sound of bells
Not ringing
Peals of silence
In an empty room

Heavy in my heart
The weight of time
A ring of finality
And the question remains
Forever unanswered

written in response to Sunday photo prompt at
photo by Rob Hanson

Friday, March 25, 2011

Little Town Blues

My town
small town
never gonna make it town

Lost my way
no Broadway
what’s the point anyway

Chasing lights
caught a stork
never gonna see New York

Bills and babies
mortgage due
no way to leave, just won’t do

Kiss the kids
turn out the light
lose myself in dreams tonight

Thanks to Brian Miller for his Friday Poetically prompt.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Gotta light?

Paint me white
cover up the dark
except the eyes
the eyes that see
in you
striking the match
that burns us both

For One Shoot Sunday
photo by Fee Easton

Monday, March 7, 2011


The signs are here for all to see
Long winter cold is nearly past.
Red robins chirp in fits of glee.
The signs are here for all to see.
Green swelling buds soon leaf the trees.
Pink tulips will appear at last.
The signs are here for all to see.
Long winter cold is nearly past.

My simple attempt at a One Stop Poetry Form – Triolet

Sunday, March 6, 2011


To be
what is expected.
Delivering lines
you’ve written for me.
Directed how and when
to move, to sit, to stand.
Seven days a week.
One final act
upon a broken stage.
An encore is
not to be.

written for One Shoot Sunday
photo by Jacob Lucas

Friday, March 4, 2011

Spring and other lovers

Warm against my face
a kiss of sun
and I remember
and other lovers

Monday, February 28, 2011

In different rooms
only the TV talking
Snow is falling.

An attempt at haiku for One Stop Poetry Form- A little Tanka A little Haiku on,
This form is challenging. I know what I wanted to portray with this haiku. Did I manage to do it?  Hmmm

Sunday, February 27, 2011


Sticking cognition
causing delays.
Words in place
unable to return
Synapses firing
a dried up
ribbon of thought.
Broken case
the dust of stories
fallen off
the brittle page
For One Shoot Sunday on

Monday, February 14, 2011

I am your breathing
brought to life by your inhales
tasting your exhales
sucked deeply through parted lips
my heart inflates with your love.

Thanks to Lady Nyo for the wonderful history and explanation of tanka on One Stop Poetry form.  This is my attempt.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

The view

One Shoot Sunday Picture Prompt
Photo by Sean McCormick

The View

There’s been no change.

Each morning the attendants
lift her out of bed
into the wheelchair,
making sure the ties
that keep her from falling out
are fastened securely.

She hasn’t spoken for weeks.
Has made no sign
she is aware
they are there.
“Good morning, Ruby.
It’s a lovely day today.”

They park her by the window
in case there might be
something left
up there
to notice the view.
But they’re sure there isn’t.

They leave her
inside her crumbling mind
where the view
thru the window
never changes.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

What I am

A simple Valentine poem for A Saturday Celebration: St. Valentine's Day on

All the things I’m not
      pale to the one thing I am
               I am loved by you

Saturday, February 5, 2011

This is my second attempt at One Shoot Sunday on I am surprised at what came out after looking at this fabulous picture prompt provided by photographer Sean McCormick.
House of Blues

House of Blues
my heart
blood red inside
oozing with each puncture made
by leaving words
stabbing holes
in the hurt-eaten framework
that was once
solid love

Sunday, January 30, 2011


Watching you walk
across my heart
from the inside
your path
 the deepest

inspired  by Sunday picture prompt on