Season of a Susan A special present for an 18th birthday, a collared bow around a pedigree corgi’s neck, the beginning of a royal relationship. Susan and Elizabeth went everywhere together, even on honeymoon. Her first mate was Lucky Strike, later she rolled over for…

“Season Of You” Once we met, during old summer ride Just two young and old sober mind. Banana cue with halo-halo as the treat, As we walk home as we speak.   Your dream was to become a soldier. An old lonely profession. You said;…

Color of the day… Bursting in chaos, smell of freedom, Burnt blood, smoked streets Blue against black dark night ignites cold heart, death arrives   Fist raise up Million voices screams as one feet marching, thumping, running Ocean of people gasping singing the same hymn…

Yes, Yeats summed it up and we didn’t listen. We seem never to listen. You know: no convictions, the good up against the passionate intensity of the ignorant, etc. How each hourly travesty is quickly eclipsed by the next so memory doesn’t function as we…

So… I goofed and forgot the part of the prompt that said ‘ideal day’. I rushed to finish a proper one for the prompt but I am now late in posting because I spent too much time on a poem that only focused on imagery…

I’m lost, in a field of clouds. The mist floats by, opening a window of fire, Heat rushes in to my safe place, home fades away. Aqua PMC shared 6/26/20

Clocks and calendars are useless, the sun and moon are in charge of all keeping and I move through the slow silk of each day strangely present and alert but without urgency – just a languid tracing of old runes that once marked time. They…

I slowly come to, feeling well rested, And treasuring every sweet dream. I roll over, arise, and practically float, Greeted by mid-morning sunbeam. I slipper and robe, lured out by The smell of breakfast made for me. Leisurely, I read, drink and eat An omelet:…

Mom- influential to me and many man y more I was unaware of She is gone now, May 1 Tributes and memories have filled my FB feed Wow! I never knew it mattered meals on time every day the house, cleaner than even she realized…

Blackberries, big as my thumb, but for every one, expect two chiggers. You won’t see the chiggers, but you’ll see the little red mounds where they’re sleeping when you take off your socks. They’ll wake you up in the middle of the night, partying, I…