You will always be my baby girl; I sit in the audience and watch you walk Proudly across the stage; Towards the fifth grade diploma That now sets you apart from the little ones; Your hands reach for the certificate Your shy smile but proud…

It wasn’t the way I had it imagined,  my Death.  I had pictured something grandiose,  Instead, white walls and a steady hum filled the room.  It was empty,  just one living soul.  I have never enjoyed poems with short lines,  but here I am,  writing…

Farewells are never fair To be honest why did we create such a word? If it death, that certainly isn’t a fair way to whisper heartfelt goodbyes If it by force, how fair is that? My dear friend must return to a place where her…

I want to stroke Your hair And feel the sigh Of you That breaks into me. You are bigger Than me, But I hold you In my arms Like a monsoon I’ve captured.   I am Poseidon.   I can handle Your waves.

Endings   It’s the beginning, but it might as well be the end– the days are long and hot—the mind sliding toward the edge. When I think of my ending I think of the sky, the way it turn to dusk and the color fades….

Struggling (prompt 1) ~   My beloved struggles hourly, his life parsed laboured breath by laboured breath. I listen/don’t listen, struggling myself wondering how long how long how long Like a heartbeat I hear it, the refrain: how long        how long        how long 3…

For my Hour 1 poem, I used both text and visual prompts. There you are in your final moment before you learned that you can’t trust shadows forever living until the screen goes dark 26 June 2021

The sun rises and the dark clouds break apart in my mind. My thoughts still. I have escaped depression again. I stand up straighter and give a shy smile. Later anxiety takes over instead. I look at my book of skills and choose one. My…

I thought for a while I wouldn’t be here today, with so much in my empty mind needing more sleep than talk, but then a little bird broke its beak on my window, jarring me awake, believing the hawthorn will bloom again next year, and…

There once was a man from Nantucket His roses were red, his violets were blue He went up the hill to fetch a pail of water And everywhere he went: lambs followed He had a great fall He had a great summer But when he…