Poem no. 22: January Joy A tumbling beauty of a day – sun spilling out on scarce-budded hedges, blue sky soft as that of a day in spring. It should not be, it could not be – and yet it is. It is a day…

Be true to your self and your being for if you can not rely on yourself, who else will you rely on?

Prompt 22. Choose a title from the five offered. Write a poem. I have. & it may be the best poem of my career. Either that or I am incredibly tired. But let’s go with the former. Möbius’ Strip she sure wasn’t the greatest dancer in…

When I became an adult   Well, scratch that I don’t think I ever became an adult But when I got older I was told to put away childish things   But I never got a clear definition On what childish was   I keep…

I would love to call even a dilapidated house my home but I’m simply a vagrant (though I do prefer “wanderer” more). I lack roots, and I cherish nowhere, so I tend to merely roam.   It’s not as pitiful as the picture paints since,…

Dearest Poets, The Night Is For Sleeping. Not writing, or dreaming, or thinking. The night is not for wild-eyed dreamers whose thoughts wreck havoc. The Night is For Star-crossed lovers who take their lives or for those who are faint of heart The Night is Not for…

These were the shoes I bought with the first paycheck Of my first full-time job Even as they get old And fall into disrepair I still keep them And occasionally wear them My badge of honor I should get a shadow box And memorialize This…

Hi, hello, how are you? Pardon me, excuse me, let me get through! Ma! Ma! Why is the sky blue? Ah! No, no, no, stop stepping on my shoes!   My battery is dead! James, stop biting on the pencil’s lead! Those two are newly weds!…

Mobius Strip Moby, if you show me yours, I promise to show you mine…? I should have expected a One-sided affair… ©Ardelle Hollis Ray

The Night is for Sleeping The death watches creeping No sugar plum fairies dancing in my head Because all I want Is to go to bed.