Saturday, February 21, 2015

The Yellow-Rumped Warbler

    Photo by Margaret Bednar

At the window feeder
in softly falling snow,
underneath the cedar,
amid the birds there clustered
sits one with marks of mustard.
How can you spot ‘em?
By his yellow bottom.

Over at the Imaginary Garden Margaret asked us to "play it again" by choosing a previous writing prompt.  I chose the Rhyme Royal form prompt.  Rhyme Royal is rhymed poetry with the following pattern:  a-b-a-b-b-c-c.  I"ve taken some liberties with line length - just part of my light-hearted approach to the lovely picture.

Monday, February 16, 2015



I wrap my secrets
around you
like a fur stole,
clasped at the throat
with a promise.

A few words for Tess at Magpie Tales and all the Toads in the Imaginary Garden.

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Walking Back

     Photo by Mary Bach

Snow steps carry me home,
not just the mile or two back to my house,
but all the way home
back to where Grandma waited
with warm hugs and hot chocolate,
back to the little, stone house
on the edge of town
surrounded by fields of corn,
back to my climbing tree
that reached across
the path toward the hen house,
back to my childhood.

This is for dVerse where Marina Sofia asked us to write about some aspect of the snowy weather.

Sunday, February 1, 2015


    Photo by Mary Bach

I journey with the sun
and rest in the moon;
rise, stretch, repeat.

Along the way
I spend the days
breathing in
landscapes, seascapes, cityscapes
many-layered, dark and light.

Then pause
to taste, touch,
sift and filter
ten thousand revelations.

I journey with the sun
and rest in the moon,
stretch, sleep, repeat.

This is for Kerry in the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.  They are carrying on the fine 55 word tradition of Galen Hayes in asking for a fifty-five word response.  

Monday, January 26, 2015

With Relish

I am not your sweetheart,
my love is savory,
there is a bite to it.
But oooh baby,
this is the spice of life. 

With this poem I am really playing it again.  I have taken an old poem and heavily edited it to fit into Mama Zen’s request to have us write a Twitter Poem in one of her “Words Count” prompts.  And a Twitter Poem, despite the techy name, is just a poem brief enough to fall at or below Twitter's tweet limit of 140 characters.
Sorry, I forgot to link IGRT, where Margaret asked us to "Play it Again" by using a previous writing prompt.

Friday, January 23, 2015

Here There Be Dragons

   Photo by Mary Bach

I hunger for
the salt of oceans,
warm winds
and the call of sea birds;
to stand at the shore,
caress the waves,
to reach across
the water
where there be dragons.

     Image from

Mama Zen at the Real Garden with Imaginary Toads asked us to tell what we hungered for in 60 words or less. 

A Path Appears

    Photo by Mary Bach

A path appears
beneath your feet so move along
my darling dears.
A path appears,
though you've been stuck for many years
and wonder if it’s right or wrong.
my darling dears
your time has come, move from the throng –
a path appears.

Over at dVerse we were asked to try breaking bad, sort of.  Actually, Brian asked us to try taking form poetry and "breaking" or changing it in some way to make it uniquely our own.  For this I've chosen the form called Rondelet.  This consists of seven lines.  Lines 1, 3 and 7 are a refrain, in the traditional French form this consists of four syllables, in English it's usually two iambs.  The remaining four lines all consist of eight syllables, or four iambs. Line four rhymes with the refrain while the other lines all rhyme with one another. This gives us a rhyme scheme of:  AbAabbA.  I have broken it by adding two more lines of two iambs that rhyme with the refrain.  This changes the form to something like this: A1,b,A2,A1,a,b,A2,b,A1