Moments Upon Moments

Dark Godiva

2011-07-17T08:29:00.000-07:00

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. http://onestoppoetry.com/

Thanks for the memories.

Photo by Rosie Hardy. http://www.rosiehardy.com/

Ruins

2011-07-10T09:37:00.000-07:00

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. www.neilalexanderphotography.com
http://onestoppoetry.com/
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.

Heavy

2011-06-12T13:12:00.000-07:00

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 http://onestoppoetry.com/2011/06/sunday-photography-interview-part-2-rob-hanson-poetry-challenge.html
photo by Rob Hanson

Little Town Blues

2011-03-25T19:15:00.000-07:00

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 http://onestoppoetry.com/2011/03/friday-poetically-with-brian-miller-7.html Friday Poetically prompt.

Gotta light?

2011-03-13T07:45:00.000-07:00

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

For One Shoot Sunday http://onestoppoetry.com/category/one-shoot-sunday
photo by Fee Easton http://www.flickr.com/photos/bootcoot/

Spring

2011-03-07T19:12:00.000-08:00

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
for http://onestoppoetry.com/2011/03/one-stop-poetry-form-triolet-by-guest-host-shan-hendry.html

Encore!

2011-03-06T18:56:00.000-08:00

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 http://onestoppoetry.com/category/one-shoot-sunday
photo by Jacob Lucas http://live.jflphotography.com/

Spring and other lovers

2011-03-04T11:46:00.000-08:00

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

2011-02-28T20:17:00.000-08:00

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 http://onestoppoetry.com/2011/02/one-stop-poetry-form-a-little-tanka-a-little-haiku.html,
This form is challenging. I know what I wanted to portray with this haiku. Did I manage to do it? Hmmm

Abandoned

2011-02-27T07:58:00.000-08:00

Sticking cognition

causing delays.

Words in place

unable to return

overlapping

unintelliglble.

Synapses firing

a dried up

ribbon of thought.

Broken case

holding

the dust of stories

fallen off

the brittle page

abandoned
forgotten

For One Shoot Sunday on http://onestoppoetry.com/

Photo by JackAZ Photography

2011-02-14T20:12:00.000-08:00

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. http://onestoppoetry.com/ This is my attempt.

The view

2011-02-13T16:50:00.000-08:00

One Shoot Sunday Picture Prompt http://onestoppoetry.com/

Photo by Sean McCormick

http://www.neutralhillsstills.ca/index.php

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.

What I am

2011-02-12T18:49:00.000-08:00

A simple Valentine poem for A Saturday Celebration: St. Valentine's Day on http://onestoppoetry.com/

All the things I’m not

pale to the one thing I am

I am loved by you

2011-02-05T23:23:00.000-08:00

This is my second attempt at One Shoot Sunday on onestoppoetry.com http://bit.ly/i85rRk 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

Impressions

2011-01-30T06:57:00.000-08:00

Watching you walk

across my heart

from the inside

your path

the deepest

#gogyohka

inspired by Sunday picture prompt on
OneStopPoetry
http://onestoppoetry.com/

Phantom memory

2010-01-28T19:45:00.000-08:00

My thoughts turn to you
at odd moments when the light
pauses before dark

Slipping from twilight
as evening breezes whisper
shadows become
you

We dance through the night
while the moon plays memories
to the watching stars

Dawn steals you away
hides you from the light of day
the night calls you back

Vine

2010-01-24T09:20:00.000-08:00

Life is not a tree
but a vine
winding
clinging
climbing
finding ways
to hang on

Speeding Time

2010-01-17T17:57:00.000-08:00

Time speeds past unchecked

sucks the substance from our lives

leaving only dust

memories that with a breath

follow fickle time away

Hurt

2009-12-12T05:17:00.000-08:00

hold your pain
your hurt
close
know every surface
every nuance
every sharp point.
look at it
touch it
feel it
wallow in it
drown in it
and when you have seen it
felt it
in every possible way
let it go
and never look back

I Do

2009-11-23T19:58:00.000-08:00

Don’t ask why I love you
only know that I do.
It does not need defined
to make it more true.
Suffice it to say
as the sky is blue
and the sunshine bright
and the grass is green
and the snow cover white
no need to know why
would they change if we knew.
It is enough to say – they are
It is enough to say – I do

--for the first 30 years together

Comet

2009-11-14T07:16:00.000-08:00

His star burned bright
a comet flashing in the night
and all who saw could only stand in awe
and marvel at the sight.

Smiles were seen on every face
whose eyes beheld the comets race
And joy was felt in every heart
Graced by the miracle of his life

But when he left, for all, too soon
a sadness fell and life grew dark
and grief pervaded every heart
in lives the leaving tore apart.

But while we mourn his leaving us
Inside we'll always have a part
For all who saw the comet's quest
Are forever altered for the best.

For how much worse it would have been
never to have seen his light
to have never felt the joy he brought
that, truly, would have been the loss.

---For my nephew Joe, who died too young.

Sunday drives with Dad

2009-11-08T07:56:00.000-08:00

I remember Sunday drives

Dad would call

“Everybody in the car!”

and off we would go

down the country roads

looking at the fall colors

or searching for walnut trees

to gather nuts from

We weren’t concerned

with seatbelts back then

Dad would let us sit on his lap

and steer the car.

And we all screamed

“Faster! Faster!”

when going up a hill

and gasp and giggle

when we lost our stomachs

on the way down the other side

The open window

brings the fall breeze

and memories

of Sunday drives with Dad

Mask

2009-11-08T05:29:00.000-08:00

That fair-skinned youth of yesterday is gone
and in his place this weathered face
with hair of grey
lines etched deep by time
remorseless, ever marching time.

And yet my mind sees still
the youth of yesterday
hiding yet behind the mask of lines.
Never really gone
just off around the corner

For wasn't it just yesterday
when we were young?

Thief

2009-11-08T05:13:00.000-08:00

My heart has been stolen
I can't get it back.
though I can't say I've tried
very hard to at that.

My thief wears a fur coat
and soft fuzzy slippers
and can slip through the house
without even a whisper.

Bright alert eyes
with an innocent look
and a tiny pink nose
were all that it took.

I can't say I'm sorry
cause you see, I've been smitten
by a small loving creature
that is known as a kitten.