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.

Friday, April 5, 2013


I totally love the prompt at NaPoWriMo today.  I could write these all day long.  Unfortunately most of my day was met with one craptastic event after another.  I was a little consumed with that, but here are a few cinquains (word and syllable-based) I managed to write:

Season, sunshine
Raining, blooming, warming
An upturned face smiles

Golf trip ensues
Swinging, chipping, driving
Bawdy jokes told while drinking beer

Within these walls
Sighing, laughing, crying
The echoes drowned out the silence

Quiet, clings
Stretching, bonding, trapping
covers up the wall

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Pants on Fire

I combined Poetic Asides Day 3 (write a tentative poem) with NaPoWriMo Day 2 (write a poem filled with lies).

Tentative truths pass through your lips

a heavy shift in silence follows
your eyes

always give you away

bending your fragile tale

under heavy scrutiny
your cheeks

flush crimson

and I watch

your nose


Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Day 2 (again)

Along with the Poem-A-Day Challenge at Poetic Asides, I'm going to attempt NaPoWriMo, and Camp NaNoWrimoA writing friend also told me about a poetry site I hadn't heard of before called Hello PoetryNot necessarily a challenge, but just another place to read/write poetry. 

I love poetry.  The way it makes me draw from life and pay attention to the words and images and the way they unfold.  Sometimes they turn out like smooth chocolate, other times it's like stepping on a rusty nail.  Either way, the process is the same.  I write.  I produce.  It's good for me.

As for the noveling, yesterday, when I was talking to my brother, he was planting some vegetables and different things.  It gave me an idea for a mystery for my Camp novel.  Funny how siblings can incite the need to plot murder and mayhem.  I shall work on all of these things and hopefully come out on the other side with lots of words, and maybe even something worth publishing.

Two-for-Tuesday:  (1) Write a bright poem, (2) Write a dark poem.

After Dark

Shadows show me the lines we draw
between right and wrong.
Black and white.
They linger long after the white hot heat
of our romance
to drown us in conscience filled dreams
that wake us, breathless, and wanting more.

April PAD: Day 2

Okay, I didn't get yesterday's poem written until today, but I'm catching up.  Here's my attempt at yesterday's prompt:

Write a new arrival poem

Red silken threads
weave a cloak
around my heart.
Milky white limbs
fold you in an embrace
I can only long for.
with their still sharp edges,
slide across my own skin,
and I wonder,
does she taste me on your lips?

P.S. Will be back with the prompt for today.

Monday, April 1, 2013

April 1st

It's that time again.  The April Poem-A-Day Challenge.  I look forward to it, settle into writing mode, and then it sneaks up on me and the day slips away something like this:

8:00 - Copy poetry prompt into notebook.

8:00-8:15 - Fuss at Youngest to hurry up.

8:25 - Drop Youngest and friends off at school.

8:30 - Trip to the bank.

8:40 - McDonald's for breakfast.

8:50 - Home to eat breakfast.

9:00 - Already feeling exhausted.  Check e-mail and goof around on Facebook.

9:00-whoknowshowlong - Blog hop.

12:30ish - Realize it's after noon, I hadn't even showered, and I still need to go to the store.

1:30 - Trip to the store.

2:00 - Back home again, and more goofing around. 

3:00 - Panic mode.  Try to focus on writing for the 20 minutes I have left 'til I head to the school again. 

3:20 - Still nothing written.  Slink out of the house with notebook and pen, feeling frustrated and ashamed already.

3:25 - At school.  Warm sun coming through windshield, slight breeze through open window.  It's a beautiful spring day!  Open notebook, get distracted by birds in the grass, close notebook, lean head back on seat and doze off instead.

4:00 - Home again.

4:30 - Boredom has officially set in.  Call my mother to share info on a book I found, but she isn't home so I spend too long talking to my brother.

5:30 - Time to start dinner.

6:00 - Announce to the husband and Youngest that today starts the April poem-a-day challenge.  Met with silence.

6:30-8:30 - Eat.  Clean kitchen.  Start laundry (I need a maid).  Play with iphone til I finally drag myself into the study.

9ish - In study to write. Volbeat playing in headphones.

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Excuse My Absence

It's been a while.  I wasn't able to finish the Mindful Writing challenge due to some health issues, and the blog has taken a back seat to life in general, but I hope to fix that.

We just got back from visiting family while on Youngest's spring break.  Fun to get away.  Always great to get back home, too, even though I've spent most of the time doing some major spring cleaning.  My kitchen cabinets/drawers have never looked so neat.  To get a handle on my ever-growing piles of books, well, that's today's task and the real trick.

Back later.

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Smell the Roses

Two red roses sit in a vase on the mahogany desk.  Soft velvet blooms open in welcome, a sweet fragrant embrace.

Friday, January 18, 2013

Cobwebs in the Corner

The cobweb in the corner of the room sways back and forth.  It reminds me of a tattered sail on a pirate ship.

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Baby Blues

Small Stone:

I see them every day, see our life and love reflected there, but in this moment I really look at them - your eyes - and I'm hypnotized by the color of the sea, held captive by the electric blue, moved by the warmth of a perfect, cloudless sky that is your eyes.

Under Construction

I was out yesterday, shopping for birthday gifts for the husband when I spotted what I immediately knew would be my small stone for the day.  When I came to the next stop light, I grabbed the nearest piece of paper (the back of a receipt) and scribbled it down.  I didn't have time to post it yesterday, so here it is:

Shocking patches of yellow and orange among dead, brown grass.  A roadway crew eats lunch under a shadeless tree in the median.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Snow Time Like The Present

An early morning surprise drifts lazily from the sky, a blanket of white on the ground.

Monday, January 14, 2013

The Beauty In All

Today's small stone was inspired by an unexpected yet giggle-worthy moment.

Darling lab with floppy ears and sleek black coat sniffs around behind a fancy wrought iron fence.  And then he does his business.

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Mindful Muse

Taking out the trash, I find clusters of last night's hail struck through with pieces of weeds and grass, and then a scurrying noise...the bunny shows me its cotton tail as he flees out through the fence.

Saturday, January 12, 2013

Observations Through Tired Eyes

I missed two days of mindful writing.  So much for paying attention, huh?  Or maybe I was, but needed the rest anyway.  I've just been tired, too lazy to make it onto the blog.  Did anything filter through in my absence?  I don't know.

We had two days of non-stop rain, and then two days where the sun played peek-a-boo with the clouds, and now it's raining again. 

One of the furry members of our family loves to look outside through open blinds, so I opened the blinds this morning and the first thing I noticed was this:

It's raining again.  The bird's nest in the tree looks like soggy strands of hay.

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Small Stone Day 9

Ducks bob on the surface of the rain swollen pond on a dull gray morning.

Note:  This is an older picture, not from today, but it's one of my favorites.  Thought I'd use it since my small stone is about ducks.  And I know I wrote about rain yesterday as well, but it's been raining for two days straight.  Kinda hard not to notice. 

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Small Stone Day 8


Still having issues posting pictures, but after a little searching found a way around it. 
The picture is of my journal on the first day of the Mindful Writing challenge before I began writing.  I've since filled up a page and a half with daily observations. 
Some days I find myself struggling just to find one thing, or the right words for that something.  At those times, I think the problem is me.  I'm trying too hard, or not hard enough.  Not paying proper attention.  Other days I may have multiple moments that I want to make note of, and all the words seem to fall into place.  I enjoy each of these because it's the process - of writing, and of awareness - that keeps me focused, keeps me noticing the world around me, especially the little things like the way the rain drums steadily on the roof of the house and runs like a faucet, splashing in puddles in the garden walkway.  In a world that's noisy and chaotic and spinning around me at dizzying rates, it's the stopping to listen, to pay attention, to just be that quiets all the rest, and makes life that much more colorful.
My small stone for today:  The rising rainwater quickly runs off the sidewalk where it pools in the grass, drowning the discarded ketchup packet.

Monday, January 7, 2013

Small Stone Day 7

Redheaded girl on roller skates delivers a brown paper bag and styrofoam cup to my car.  Lunch is served.

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Small Stone Day 5

Parking lot street lamp illuminates gnarled tree branches, turning them ghostly white.

Friday, January 4, 2013

Small Stone Day 4

Silver tines cut into blueberry crumble coffee cake.  I savor the new mouthwatering tradition minus a dancing candle glow and curling smoke of wishes.

Thursday, January 3, 2013

A Birthday and a Small Stone

The big 4-0!  I can't even explain why I was so excited to hit this birthday, but I met it with an eagerness and enthusiasm that baffles even my mind. 

My best friend from high school, who is two years younger than me, called to wish me a happy birthday.  She shared my enthusiasm over this milestone, and can't wait for 40 herself.  Funny, I'm sure we weren't looking forward to 40, or even gave it a thought when we were in high school.

I look forward to this new year and great things, so that's probably half the pull.

I received wonderful goodies from my loving family, and ate entirely too much at my favorite seafood place for dinner.  I didn't get the blueberry pie I mentioned, but that'll be a mission for another day.

The photo thing is acting screwy so I'm unable to post the picture of my beautiful birthday flowers.

Was a great day!

And my small stone for day 3:

Straight edged lines and the wispiness of a gray feather contrast against puffy white cotton clouds.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Small Stone Day 2

Like a light show, the evening sky changes from foggy pink to deepening shades of blue.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

January 1 Small Stone

Bone tired, the ball-capped man sleeps soundly on a couch, head lolled to his chest.  In the middle of a busy mall.


First of all, I'm starting off the new year with a wonderful cold.  Thanks winter season! :)

As for resolutions, I don't make strict ones.  Who keeps them anyway?  Eating better and getting more exercise always seems like a good idea, but with my birthday two days away, how can I really be expected to pass on going out to eat and birthday cake?  Or, as is the case this year, pie?  I was eating a piece of cherry pie the husband bought for Christmas, and was reminded of the pie shop I used to frequent with my parents where we'd get a blueberry banana pie.  It's been years since I've had one, but I can still remember how yummy those were.  For my birthday, I'd settle for a blueberry pie. 

So, I'm no good with resolutions, but I have written out some goals for the new year.  Writing and reading goals.  Today started the month long Mindful Writing Challenge.  I decorated my Small Stones journal weeks ago and have been dying to use it just for this purpose.

And I'm starting the 'memory jar' idea I found here, in the comments. I love the whole concept of this site.

What are your resolutions?  Goals?