Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Election Angle

What convenient conviction
will you wear today?

Which way will you tell
the facts?
Which way will you sell
your acts?

What convenient conviction
will you swear today?

Mary, over at dVerse Poets' Pub asked us to write about some aspect of news.  It seems that all I'm hearing is campaign rhetoric.  Click on the link and see what news everyone else is sharing.

Sunday, October 19, 2014


    Image by Tess Kincaid

She was womb
I was tomb
where her identity
lay down to die

Check out Magpie Tales where Tess Kincaid provies a weekly writing prompt. This one was in color, but I felt B&W was more appropriate for my bleak lines.

Friday, October 17, 2014


Where are you going and
what will you do on a
windy Wednesday evening,
without your slippers or
wand or beans?  Can you still
whisper the stars to sing?
Will you order the waves?

Over at dVerse Poets' Pub Vandana Sharma has introduced us to a for called Pleiades.  It is a seven line poem with each line beginning with the same letter as the title and having six syllables in each line. The title must be of one word only.  Follow the link for more.

Sunday, October 12, 2014


    Self portrait,Vivlan Maier

Generally when one tries to tinker
with eternity
it does not end well.
The stoutest knots
come undone,
and ends once again
flap loose.

But still there is this
for a sense of
grand purpose,

or at least
a reason to get up each morning,
to brush one’s teeth,
to wash,
to put on one’s  shoes,
one’s shirt,
one’s mask.

And in the meantime
one goes on,
for there are children to be fed
and dishes to be washed
and bills to be paid,
despite the
receding hallway filled
with an overflow of string and boxes
and failed attempts.

And sometimes,
amid the clutter and minutia,
without realizing it,
we get the lighting
and the composition right,
and just sometimes in our wake
we leave something

Photo prompt provided by Tess Kincaid at Magpie Tales.  Join us!

Wednesday, October 1, 2014


She whispers
in my ear
bright breath
as death
telling me
the end is near

Is it any wonder
I fall under
her spell?

Over in the Imaginary Garden  Mama Zen remind us that words count, as she had us write 53 or fewer words personifying October.