Come With Me Now


I fight

a smattering of doubts

battering my mind

questions chattering

clattering around my brain

endlessly nattering

shattering clarity

contradictions splattering



just when I think

I’ve thought myself to death

I hear him say,

“Baby, come with me now”

mental fight

takes flight

light alights

plight’s made right

as I delight

in him tonight.

Written for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. Your challenge:  blast your favorite dancing song and allow yourself to jam out.  It’s okay, no one is (probably) watching.  Shake your groove thing, flail about, raise your hands….move.  When the song is over, write out the first thoughts that come to your mind and use them in a poem. Let’s see what phrases the dance sets free!

Here is the song I listened to for inspiration:


I Must Go


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When the mountains call me, I must answer

Despite dark clouds

And some rain

I must


Written as a tetractys.  A tetractys consists of at least 5 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 10 syllables (total of 20).  The Tetractys can be written in more than one verse, but then each line must be followed by an inverted syllable count (10,4,3,2,1 syllables).

Inspired by the John Muir quote, “The mountains are calling and I must go.”

Photograph taken May 27th while I was answering the mountain’s call in spite of the poor weather!

Shared with Imaginary Garden for Real Toads for the Tuesday Platform.


Climbing Monkey Rock


If we had known

When we browsed the travel guide

In our clean cut jeans

That Monkey Rock

Would be so truculent

We may have reversed our plans

Or at least tweaked them

But, eager for an adventure

We pressed on


The early morning rays of the sun

Hit the radiating striae on the rock

A beacon of light and color

On the beach up ahead

But, climbing it was not for slackers


We finally stumbled down

Into the ocean near midday


Cloying with sweat

Knuckles bruised and bloody

Thinking of nothing but food

And the pewter shower

Back at the lodge

A nozzle promise

Of comfort and cleanliness


Yet, as we held hands

Under the ocean’s waves

Exhausted and worn

Trudging our way back to shore

We smiled

As we caught each other’s weary eyes

And I’d never been happier.

True story, written for Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie. Wordle #62 gave us the following words:

  1. Tweak
  2. Cloy
  3. Jeans
  4. Browse
  5. Reverse
  6. Pewter
  7. Nozzle
  8. Bedraggled
  9. Stria (aslightor narrow furrow, ridge, stripe, or streak, especially one of a number inparallel arrangement:)
  10. Truculent (fierce;cruel;savagely brutal)
  11. Knuckles
  12. Slack

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




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Dolce is a musical term that means ‘sweetly.’

I created this poem using a website that lets you play with Magnetic Poetry. Lots of fun! Thanks to Whimsy Gizmo for introducing me to it.



Olive You


my method to

avoiding madness

is simple:


1) mend fences

especially if you’re

a damn fool

who likes to throw stones

from glass houses


2) learn to laugh at yourself

especially if you’re

a damn sheep

who won’t leave the house

(glass or country chic)

until you’re bleached, plucked

and painted as colorfully

as Gram’s needlepoint flower bouquet


for, in the end,

like dominoes

we all fall down

and what matters

is if you have someone

to catch your eye across a room

with no fences

who would wink and mouth

(towards the unbleached, unplucked,

unpainted and uncensored you)

“Olive You”


Written for Sunday’s Whirlgig which gave us the following words to use in a poem or short story:

method, country, stones, bleached, sheep, olive, humming, needlework, mend, fool, dominoes, laugh


Between Us


The humidity hangs

Between us

Heavy as our breathing

As we steal kisses

In the steamy stairwell

By the outdoor pool


The northeast monsoon

Is predicted for later this evening

But tropical torrential downpours

Are but pitter-patter drops

That cannot materialize

When compared to the storm

That rages inside my body for you


The blazing sun sets

As sweat beads our faces

Friday afternoon drowns slowly

In cerulean waters

And candlelight dances

On its grave


We can linger no longer

In our party for two

When there is a birthday crowd

And a homemade cake

With your name on it


I whisper against your neck,

“Let’s go before we’re missed”

And you kiss my collarbone

Once more, tenderly this time

Just above the silver orchid pendant

Cool metal you pressed real

Into the hot skin of my neck

The first time you told me

You loved me


The humidity hangs

Between us

Heavy as our breathing

As we steal kisses

In the steamy stairwell

By the outdoor pool


Written for Pink Girl Ink in response to the guided poem prompt (Summer Style). Shared with Poet’s United in the Poetry Pantry #253.

Things I Lost when I Left You




Left you

And also

Lost a lot of

Other things as well:

Days spent toiling to find

My dreams half buried under

Your hoarder’s piles of useless shit

My clipped wings dusty in the debris

A faint chalk outline where Life used to be

Nights spent tossing and turning with terror

Reliving overdrawn bank accounts

And awful calls from collections

Since you found another ‘deal’

Something we didn’t need

Stress, worry, and debt

The trifecta

Of you, Dear

I left


Written as a Double Etheree for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. The prompt is to write a list. Also linking up with D’Verse Poets for Open Link Night.

(Image source)

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