Sunday, December 25, 2011

Friday, December 23, 2011

Solstice Triolet

Ration the sun, portion out light
more urgent with each shortened day
slate geese smudge as they take flight
ration the sun, portion out light
cold shadows lengthen into night
feel the rhythm of brown and grey
ration the sun, portion out light
more urgent with each shortened day

In this form I have used some of the same ideas and language as in my previous post, Solstice but this time within the confines of the triolet form.  I also would like to thank the gang at FEPC for help with this!  
Please go to Poets United Poetry Pantry to check out lots of great poetry and/or share some of yours.

And here's the basics about Triolet: The triolet is eight lines with only two rhymes used throughout. The first line is repeated in the fourth and seventh lines; the second line is repeated in the final line; and only the first two end-words are used to complete the tight rhyme scheme. Thus: ABaAabAB, where capital letters indicate repeated lines.  Meter, is most commonly 8 beats per line.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011


Solstice approaches
 autumn leaves
with wisps of winter trailing after
more potent
with each shortened day

Portion out light
ration the sun
sing down snow, like blessings
piled knee deep

Still, we doubt
instead of wonder

This is for dVerse Open Link Night, where you can go to read some amazing poems about Christmas and the like.  The picture is from my little corner in the middle of nowhere.  

Friday, December 16, 2011

Jingle Bells?

     Image by Currier and Ives

I feel that I’m filled
with more than my quota
of Christmas Spirit, but 

Jimmy, what were you thinking when
you wrote that second verse of
Jingle Bells?
What the hell is this ‘upsot’?
And Fanny Bright?  Really?  C’mon, really?
You gotta be kiddin’.

Sounds more like
a case of
Christmas spirits
to me!

Historical Note: The author and composer of Jingle Bells was James Lord Pierpoint of Boston, who composed the song in 1857 for children celebrating his Sunday School Thanksgiving. The song was so popular that it was repeated at Christmas, and indeed Jingle Bells has been reprised ever since.

These 55 foolish words were written for Mr. Knowitall Friday Flash 55.  Check it out and maybe contribute your own 55 word long ditty.

100 Posts and 100 People!

 Here we are at this momentous occasion - my 100th blog post of the year.  (Ok, so maybe not actually momentous, but a big deal for me)   Also, several days ago I also reached 100 followers thanks to Niels Blomberg, who I didn't even pay!  Then, I just crashed right though that record to 101 followers when my friend Leela Harrop joined.  Thanks to both of you - and of course the other 99 of you as well!   :o)
So a big Woo Hoo!  And it's all gravy from here to the end of the year.  Though, I'm not really a gravy fan, so maybe a different metaphor is called for here.  Anyway, enough of my rambling and I just want to 


Sunday, December 11, 2011

Treading Water

   image by Mostafa Habibi

The boat is there,
just waiting…

Every day,
patterns become rituals become cages;
treading water.

Heat is slowly rising,
but I can’t seem to get in the boat
or raise my arms to the oars.

Treading water;
patterns become rituals become cages,
every day.

Just waiting,
the boat is there...

This was written in response to Magpie Tales where Tess Kincade provides a visual writing prompt each week.  Follow the link to find others' responses.  This can also be found at dVerse Poets Open Link Night where lots of great poetry can be found.  

Friday, December 9, 2011

Every Day

    Photo credit: Google Images

Another day, another sunrise, another miracle
scattered along the path.
Ho hum.
I count them off with tally marks
 otherwise I would lose track

Smooth stones
each one makes ripples in the pool
as I drop them
the circles spread apart
farther and farther

Shadows meet and bow and dance

This was written for Mr. Know-it-all's Flash 55 where you can find a whole bunch of 55 word gems.

Autumn Migration

    Photo credit: Google image, Muskrat's Photos

Cold grey geese
wing away;
smudges dancing between the lines
of earth and heaven
fill my sky
and my ears

Migration is necessary for survival;
time is passing
earth is rotating
seasons are slipping away

And here I stand, rooted
in this sheltered glen
dead leaves at my feet
watching it all
pass by

This is for Mr. Know-it-all Friday 55.  Go there to find lots of 55 word gems.

Thursday, December 8, 2011


I have
a bright green sprout
peeking out of the dirt
so tender and vulnerable
fragile shoots reach up, trusting.
I ask you to tend it for me,
give it the attention
it needs, this hope
I have

Written for dVerse Poets Pub.

Monday, December 5, 2011

One More Magpie

I sit here in my suit
along with the rest,
trying to fit in.
Pretending to be a grown up,
I look down, concentrating

Do they guess the truth,
any of them?
Can they tell, in an unguarded moment
sparks could fly from my finger tips
and lightning bolts may shoot  out
through my skull
like electric blue hair

Do they know, with a blink and a wink
I could step into myth, step through time,
Climb over this lunch table,
up through the skylight,
past the Milky Way and on to infinity?

What’s holding me here
is so very tenuous,
I must look down, concentrating,
pretending to be a grown up,
trying to fit in
with the rest,
as I sit here in my suit

This picture prompt is from Magpie Tales, when can be found by clicking on the title.  The poem has also been submitted to Gooseberry Garden where you can read a variety of interesting poems.

How to remain alone in a crowd:

1. look down
    keep to yourself
    don't make eye contact

2. hunch your shoulders
    into a shield
    to deflect any possible interactions

3. draw your indifference
    tight around yourself
    don't make eye contact


Written for the delightful Magpie Tales.