Thursday, May 16, 2013


Sevenling (Tiptoe on eggshells)

Tiptoe on eggshells
yolk spills onto the floor
where she soon follows.

She's a wind-up toy
spins like a top
unravels at the seams.

You can't fix what's wrong with her.

Sevenling (The door shut)

The door shut in her face
another day out of place
she sits alone inside herself.

Behind those electric blues
no one has a clue
what storm she's brewing.

It's time to seek shelter.

Sevenling (She loved his)

She loved his work calloused hands,
the way he tipped his hat to strangers,
and his rain-soaked kisses.

She hated sweet tea,
collard greens,
and the word 'Y'all.'

They packed up and moved to the South.

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Write a Valediction

I know, I know, I have a lot of catching up to do.  It's pretty sad that I just finished writing my attempt for Day 6 of NaPoWriMo, and it's now the 21st, but sometimes things just get in the way.  Mainly me, and that's a work in progress.  Maybe the challenge now will be to just catch the hell up!

Day 6 was to write a valediction.  This is a poem of farewell.  After days of thinking about what to write, I decided on winter, which is my least favorite season.  In fact, I hate winter.  I wanted to make it more cheery like in a 'hello spring' kind of way, but I think a 'greeting' prompt actually came up later on so maybe I'll save that idea.  Here's my attempt:


Without warning
my mind is hijacked,
gnarled fingers
wrap their frozen tips around
the bone deep ache inside.

Shiver against
long days, even longer nights.

Brilliant blue skies replaced
with gray mists, needle-like
in precision.  Sharp points of
awareness beneath
death's grip.

Rise against
right now.  Breathe.


Thursday, April 11, 2013

Sticky Things & Bad Endings

From Day 6 of PAD Challenge - write a post poem
*Another fun one, I wrote two for this prompt.

Sticky yellow squares
float in the air,
giving purpose
to what not to miss
with their good intent
of what you don't want to forget.

A day's worth of notes
and things you wrote
scribbled across
thoughts not lost
firmly held in place
just in case.


Hidden in ashes
a crumpled heap emerges
black and bruised,
limping blindly through
a cloud of smoke.

Consumed by her own
self-induced disaster
she chokes on
what could have been
and what's left.

Through the fog
an errant memory
pierces her heart.

He asks, "Would you?"

She closes her eyes
before she falls again
and, through the pain, says,
"Not even if you were the
last man on Earth
these things always end badly."

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Problem Not Solved

Day 5: PAD Challenge (write a plus poem).

Problem Not Solved

I'm nonplussed
by the ease
in which you divide
your heart,
subtract any decency,
and carry yourself
with less than the whole person
you could be
if you didn't equate
a lack of intimacy
with someone else's
borrowed time.
You degrade yourself,
making multiple errors
instead of getting to the root
of the problem.
You don't understand my quizzical stare?
Let me sum it up for you.
You're on a slippery slope,
unable to function.
Nothing you do adds up.


Lightly Seared on the Reality Grill

Colossal mistakes on a bed of regret
leave a bitter taste
speared by a forked tongue.
Wash down the fact
you're bound to run out of breath
when your fantasy
fades into nothingness.

Day 4 of NaPoWriMo.

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Hold That Door

Writing every day, but sometimes these take days to work themselves out.  I'm slow!

Day 4 and filling in the blank.

Hold That Door

While I wage war
on this cracked concrete
of my resolve.

Hold it open

I'll step in
to gauge the distance
before we fall.

Hold on tight

So that we might
not trip over our
own defenses.

And these two hearts
clinging to hinges.

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Day 6: Catching Up

Did I mention how much I love cinquains?  If not, let me just say yesterday's NaPoWriMo prompt was probably my favorite of all the prompts so far.  Most of them have really made me think (not that cinquains dont, 'cause they're tricky, just different), and it takes me a while to get going on them.

I wrote another one just now, and will catch up with today's prompts shortly.

When dawn
breaks through the room,
greeting us with
endless possibilities, my
heart wakes.