Yes, I’m very aware that it’s no longer November, but, you know, I really, really wanted to participate in November Notes but that novel writing thing that will go nameless pretty much took up my life.
So, if you don’t mind, and the hosts don’t mind, I’d still like to play. This is for “The Girl from Ipanema.” Continue reading
This was written for dVerse, secret ingredient.
Christmas in the kitchen
flour integral décor
wide eyed children
“helping” to pour
a touch of this Continue reading
This is written for dVerse where tonight we are writing a quadrille using the word “cheer.”
This is written for dVerse.
When did the key turn, opening the door, baring expectations, dreams, memories, unfulfilled, like a hope chest barren? The spoils of living, she possesses none. On sunshiny days, life glittering gold, laughter spilling, she wanders, an uneasy adult-child, how, how did it slip away?
Thanks to Sarah Doughty and Dipendra Tamang for bringing us the third year of November Notes.
This song is one of my favorites, REM’s “Losing My Religion.”
Thanks to Sarah Doughty and Dipendra Tamang for bringing us the third year of November Notes. I love writing poems inspired by their song choice.
The first song is “For This You Were Born” by UNSECRET Feat. Fleurie.
On the inside, looking out, on the tower looking around
at all the pleased people pursuing normality Continue reading
Written for dVerse
I missed the deadline for “Once upon a” so here it is for open link. Thanks. 🙂
Once upon a night
as meteors soared
we understood fragility
each sacred breath
woven in cold white
a breath never to breathe again.
Lilac orchids in snow;
cacti in swamp.
I gathered the annuals in pots
before the freeze
upset by their death
although it never bothered before.
The early darkness seizes
me, portending winter snow
days wrapped in cold midnight
grayness, slate skies,
solitary tempest suggestions
of sleep, bitter sleep.
For OctPoWriMo “Tortured”
We may be sagging but we’re still going. 😉
This is written for dVerse. An “early” quadrille. And for OctPoWriMo, “See Me,” as in the the writer.
I am behind (hahaha, so what else is new?), but I will catch up!!!!
She Fell Through the Cracks
I lost myself in happiness until it died. Upon awakening, perspective altered. My soul ached. Where am I? What happened to the young woman I was?
Time transported me into a dire desert of aged pain.
My choice wavers between fighting and submerging.
My claws extend.