I’ll sing to thee In the same way you once sung to me I will lay you down Beneath the old willow tree But the autoharp you once used to play Will be put away Will be put away Put away   I’ll sing to…

I could write a book on you. Lines mark boundaries, your hair an unwoven curtain. There are some places that not even the sun can touch you. I could write a novella of those eyes, dark sad depths that they are. A sonnet for your…

Why do I write? Well, on paper my st-st-stutter isn’t a problem. Through text, I can say anything. And if some people don’t like it, Then it really doesn’t matter. I don’t have to worry about their reactions, Just mine. I may be as proper…

Tristram Ivey is still alive-y. I don’t know how he did survive-y when off a cliff he took a dive-y!

My dog is my love My lover is a dog One pleases in bed Other’s a cover hog While one is loyal To guide through the fog The other could leave Coat on for a jog So I’ll choose my babe Over broken cogs

Looking through the doorway out into a grassy field, I sense there is someone waiting. The lone tree dances in the wind. Comfort is nailing my feet to the ground but my heart is leading me through. I take a breath. I inch my way…

poetry prompt for hour 7 visual images poem challenge     draw a heart to feel using colors to remind star gazing moment doodling every stars from the sky each stars illuminate the heart’s longing cascading in the poet’s mind emotions raising capturing every angle…

  You came to us pup bones and fur, bouncing Spent your days licking, cuddling, pouncing Sleeping next to the hearth lost in dreams, dancing Autumn time hunt in tall grass fields, prancing You left us white of face, sighing we bereft, crying Your place…

You are no longer a being of free thought You are bound to a cache you are greater than I too share the prison you chain yourself to As I am incarcerated because you are Once upon a time you would offer perspective to those…

Bessburough Road Virginia Carraway Stark On Bessburough road In a little house Of white and blue There lived a grand lady And she was A grand mother too She endured pain And violent abuse And she still found time To give me hugs and kisses…