You reel me

in from the shallows

reveal me

to my bones

expose my deepest longings

hopes and fears thronging.


I bite down

grind hard on my teeth

to hold back

from this track

your radiance drives me to

but I’m falling fast.


The river

that flows with your love

asks little

of me but

I still emerge from my mask

collapse, safe in you.

Written in the form of three shadormas for The Sunday Whirl where we were given the following words:


Shared with Poet’s United.





Photo Credit: James Collier

Photo Credit: James Collier

Extravagant joy

Striding in

On silver clouds

And clear blue skies

Is my topmost fear

It sounds like nonsense

But, I say it with anger

Boiling in my veins

I fear extravagant joy

I chalk it up

To the thunderheads

Lurking and lagging

On the horizon

Ready to strike

Lightning bolts of loss

And flashes of grief

The moment you relax

Enough to let Joy in.


Written for Sunday’s whirlgig where we were given the following words to use in a post:

anger, lagging, stride, vein, silver, thunderheads, nonsense, extravagant, joy, chalk, topmost, clear



Images taken from around Washington State

I flay myself out upon the earth

bruised and bleeding

but she does not buckle, ever,

under the weight of my grief


I should be grounded

in her steady embrace

but I stumble and trip

upon my rocky

jagged soul



after years of drought

dried up yesterday’s

luscious, fertile hope


my stony heart

a fallow ground

for Joy’s seeds


now, more crumbled

than Fall’s leaves after

an icy Winter beating

I finally surrender

to Nature’s wisdom


seasons are for change

and it is time

for something different

Let the wildflowers bloom.

Written for the prompt I’m hosting today over at d’Verse Poets. Would love to have you join us…..the bar opens on Tuesday at 3 pm EST.

My poem is inspired by one of my favorite Rumi quotes: “Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled so wildflowers will come up where you are.  You have been stony for too many years. Try something different. Surrender.”

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Extended Decline


Formerly streetwise thoughts

Decked out in color

And geometric patterns

Living in an upper-class tax bracket

Now delinquent

Skulking down back alleys

Forlorn and tattered in rags

Banished from the ganglion

Of active contemplations

Creepy, implosive ruminations

Always near the surface

Of this damned mental charnel

Written for Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie’s Wordle #71 where we were given the following words:

  1. Streetwise
  2. Ganglion (a mass of nerve tissue existing outside the central nervous system, Pathology: a cyst or enlargement in connection with the sheath of a tendon,usually at the  wrist. a center of intellectual or industrial force, activity, etc.)
  3. Rags
  4. Bracket
  5. Implosive
  6. Creepy
  7. Delinquent
  8. Geometric
  9. Cheap
  10. Near
  11. Charnel (a repository for dead bodies)
  12. Extend

Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem


A Kiss


A kiss should never

Just be lips touching on lips

A gentle brushing of skin

That sparks electricity


Yes, a kiss is that

But when lips touch your lover

And you pull him close

You request sacred entrance

To the core of his deep soul


Infuse him with you

Mingle intrinsic stories

Become part of one

That will be told together

From now, for the rest of time


To kiss, you cherish

The spirit with the body

The man housed inside

To touch with your lips the shell

That holds the one you treasure.

Written for B&P’s Shadorma & Beyond. The prompt was to write a didactic poem: it is characterized more by its content than its form actually.  It can be a sonnet, or free verse, blank verse or maybe a tanka.  The important thing is that it carries a lesson of some sort.  I wrote mine as a series of tankas.

Also shared with Poet’s United.





Our souls intertwine

Love that is destined to be

Braided in the stars.

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No One Warned Me


beware the loaded gun

kept beneath your bed

the one you’ll someday

inevitably point at my head

on the premise that you’re sovereign

and I have much to fear

when your heated rage escalates

and you sharpen your spear

to skewer me for debts—incurred in your warped system

it’s more than the taxman I owe

and everything is my fault

so stick me in the mail– I’d more than gladly go

but, instead you’ll trap me in your prison

and shackle me with ‘advice’

until my life holds no more meaning

and my wrists I’m ready to slice

Written for toads and their Get Listed prompt where they provided us with the following list of words and asked us to use at least three of them in our post:

taxman, heat, prison, fear, mail, inevitable, premise, sovereign, system, advice, beware, kept

Also shared with d’Verse for Open Link Night.

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