Sunday, February 24, 2013

Junk Drawers

You know all 
my secret places.

I look on,
absurd and vulnerable,
as you go through my drawers,
taking out
bits of finery,
examining all my secrets,
holding them up to the light,
caressing my flaws.

With your terrible mercy
I am healed.

    Image: Venus de Milo with Drawers, Salvador Dali, 1936

And just so we don't take things too seriously, here is another edition of:

Top 10 Immature and Inappropriate Comments

10. The Trouble with Tribbles
9.  Who’s getting in your drawers?
8.  "The Less That You Wear, the More You Need Nair!"
7.  Venus de Milo’s less famous sister, Trixie de pom pon girl
6.  The Greeks are a swarthy race
5.  That’s some bellybutton fuzz!
4.  Venus Razor: worst ad campaign ever
3.  If the Greeks had used fuzzy logic
2.  The prosecution’s Exhibit A in the case of Aphrodite vs. the Acme Plastic Surgery Center
1.  “Salvador, what did you do to your dolly?” his mother exclaimed.

Linked to The Mag where Tess Kincaid provides a weekly writing prompt.  Also linked to dVerse Poets Pub for their open link night.

Friday, February 22, 2013

Days of Our Lives

in your hands
mortar and pestle
 are used to grind time
to a fine powder -
80 grit
to fit
in the hourglass 
figure, in the tarnished 
sliver frame on the mantle.
But sands gather at our
waist and hips, as we
give lip service to the good old days.

Here are 55 timely, shapely words (including title) for the G-man at FF55.  

Wednesday, February 20, 2013


     Image from

You are clever, practical;
straight walls and stout woodwork
blossom from your hands.
You set bright, shining tiles of desire
into a mosaic.

I see to the doors
and the shades.
Weaving words and light
with warm, cinnamon murmurs
I fashion the hearth.

Together we make our home.

 Posted for Real Toads
Challenge:  Words Count with Mama Zen, where she challenges us to write about home in 48 words or less.  Check it out.

Friday, February 15, 2013

Even Numbered Days!

I never take me seriously
on even numbered days;
that’s when the heavens open
and lucky seven pays.
With gumdrops falling from the sky
and penny puddles all around,
ruby slippers go on SALE
and that’s where I’ll be found.

So today at the top of my list
is meeting you for a little tryst.

Happy National Gumdrop Day to G-man and all the good folks at FF55.  Check it out for some short, sweet writing! 

Sunday, February 10, 2013


Today I wake up missing you;
though it’s been years
you haunt me still.

Last night I dreamed you
into our bed.
Today I wake up missing you.

In unguarded moments
I feel the pressure of your lips,
though it’s been years.

I've tried to let you go,
but with our daughter’s eyes
you haunt me still.

     Image by

This is a chained verse for Hedgewitch over at Toad Hall...well, in the Garden actually.  With the form in the first stanza we use the first line as the last line of the second stanza, and the second line will be the last line in the third stanza, and so on.  Use the same number of lines in each stanza, and you will end up with one less line per stanza than you have stanzas.  Check out the link though for a much better explanation and some wonderful poems!  

Friday, February 8, 2013

Shadow Romance

     Image: Shadows on the Wall by helale, 

The shadow side of romance
dances on the wall,
calls to us, to all.
Shades slide aside
revealing appealing attraction.
There is an unmapped want
we could get lost in.
Come pass through this vastness,
compass useless.
You: less pressed, more driven
Me: precariously, carelessly spilled
out, filled and finally killed
in ceaseless release of self. 

A shadowy 55 for G-man, cause I just love playing with words.  Check out FF55 for more.  Also linked to dVerse Poets Pub where you can go to read LOTS of great poetry.

Friday, February 1, 2013

On the Integrity of Systems


Is truth, like time, relative?
Does it bend to accommodate
weightier objects?

And does a promise make a sound
when it breaks in a forest
if no one is there to hear the pieces fall?

What makes up honor? 
Does it exist in a multiplicity
of forms and dimensions?

Can love survive in a vacuum?

This is for FF55, where the G-man challenges us to write something in exactly 55 words.  Check it out.