Tangled in a Traveler’s Heart


in a

restless race

towards take-off

a tangle of nerves


in a fever pitch

of excitement

my heart keeps

counting down

the days

until it will

embark on a journey

to soar new skies

perambulate fresh paths

and (temporarily)

satiate its

deep craving

for travel

Linking up with D’Verse Poets for the “Tangled in a Traveler’s Heart” prompt. Pub opens at 3 pm EST. This post was inspired by my upcoming trip to Peru and by the following word and definition:

Resfeber (n.): the restless race of the traveler’s heart before the journey begins, when anxiety and anticipation are tangled together; a travel fever that can manifest as an illness.





Your words

move past

the resentments

choking me


Your words

open gates


with weapons

pared down

into stumps

of eroding rot

around my

battered heart


Your words

create sparks


me back to life.

Written for Sunday’s Whirlgig. The words given were:

birthday, pared, dazzling, weapons, sparks, move, eroding, rot, stumps, resentments, choking, gates


Here’s the Rub


just as surely

as dust moves in

to my bookshelves

floating in furrows

behind the books

or as stars rolling

out on timeless

moonless nights

carpet the skies


I am powerless

to stop his name

from pulsing

through my veins

Written for Sunday’s whirlgig. The words given were:

rolling, furrow, moves, dust, timeless, floating, name, powerless, stars, rub, pulsing, moonless


Change is in the Air



As I place one foot in front of the other, the steady crunch of the ground underneath lulls me into a rhythmic trance. It strikes me that this is all I must do, in these difficult phases of life, these steep inclines that take my breath away: just keep moving forward, one step at a time, and the path will open up for me. In these ambulatory meditations, I hear my inner voice, calling me to attention, to life. Inhale the scent of fall in the air and embrace what’s coming. Exhale the fleeting summer and let it go. Change is in the air. This is the way it has always been in nature; it will be okay for me, too.


Do not fear to lose

That which is meant to change

There is still beauty within.

Written for D’Verse Poets. It’s the first Haibun Monday over at D’Verse Poets and we are all trying our hands at writing haibun.


The Universe is Silent


I play at flying

High on our

Scarlet letter love

Inscriptions of

Your poems

From yesterday

Holding me up

As I pretend

They still mean

Something today

But, the stench

Of uncertainty

Grounds me.


The Universe is silent

The verses are no more

And my shoes

Are demanding

To know which

Direction to go.

Written for Sunday’s whirlgig. The words given were: play, pretend, scarlet, flying, verses, scars, holding, inscriptions, silence, shoes, demanding, stench.


Quote: Catching the Muse


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Seasonal Sprint



On the tree

Outside my window

I notice

Gold trumps green

Fall rushed in, eager to win

Sprints against summer.

Written as a shadorma.


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