Trust

Trust

You ask ‘Do you think

you will ever be able

to trust me completely?’

I don’t know how to

answer - for how can I trust you

when I can’t trust myself?


This has been linked to Gooseberry Garden for their prompt 'feathers, fidelity, figment and fables.' 

A Reminder

As

raw winds

gust, we pause

and remember.

Omens of winter,

the dead leaves scatter.

In their wake, barren ground

covers the bones of those who sleep,

wasted in sunken, cement chambers.

As raw winds gust, we pause and remember.

This is written in response to the picture writing prompt provided at Magpie Tales and the promp 'Omen' offered from Sunday Scribblings.  Click on the names to check out both these sites.  The from is a Dectina Refrain created by Marion Friedenthal, with each line containing the following syllables: 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 and the refrain repeats lines 1-4.  

Dear John

Well, not really John of course...

Dear Superman,

We've been together for a long time now. But,

it just isn't working anymore

for me

You have many good qualities like

your big, broad shoulders,

baby blue eyes

and sterling character -

always fighting for

TRUTH, JUSTICE and the AMERICAN WAY

And, you really know how to

sweep a girl off her feet.

But Baby, I can't take it anymore...

I know you try, but I'm just

so frustrated with that

faster-than-a-speeding-bullet thing.

I hope we can still be friends.

But don't call.

Sincerely, Lois

This foolishness was written in response to a prompt from Magpie Tales.  It's a great site, go see for yourself! Also submitted to dVerse for thier cartoon topic. 

Woo Hoo - Interview!

The delightful Sherry Blue Sky of Poets United interviewed me for their 'Life of a Poet' series.  You can read it  here: Poets United!  Thanks so much Sherry!  By the way, this is a great writing community for anyone interested  in both information about and encouragement with their writing.

Time Passed

In the frosty morning

each grass blade coated, silvery,

crunches as I step.

A leaf falls

and another

and a thousand.

They are so lovely as they die

When did this happen?

I wasn’t paying attention, then

I turned and summer was gone. 

Days diminish;

November closes in

dark and stark and raw.

This was written for Mr. Knowitall's Flash Friday 55.  To see lots of 55 word poems and stories click on the name.  Try one yourself!

Missing

Your absence

is a very real taste

on the back of my tongue,

a heaviness

stooping my shoulders,

pressing on my solar plexus.

Filling my lungs

is such hard work.

My chest echoes,

empty.

This is in response to the prompt: longing, loss, losing and failure at Gooseberry Garden, although I was a too late to link it to their site.

Done

Give it up sweetie.

I know what you’re thinking

but, your goose is cooked.

This haiku was inspired by the writing prompt at Magpie Tales and is also linked to The Poetry Pantry at Poets United.  And yes, I know they're actually ducks, but I can't resist a good (or bad) pun.