Belly rubs before all else Food prepared then we roam A morning skip on dewy grass Relief a romp return to home   This soft warm roommate Has little choice to share As morning news brightens That dark corner there   My many barks may…

Text prompt: Nancy Anne Smith suggested this subject for a prompt we do every year. Your challenge is to write a poem about the topic of marriage, without ever using the word marriage, and while also ideally avoiding the words spouse, husband, and wife.  …

The prompt is not a gift nor a lift Which it was and I would have floated a drift   If it were so, I would spread my wings and move like a fly Kiss the moon and return to the Earth on a fly…

We breathe in We breathe out Lift our arms But don’t twirl about. Arms out Nod our heads Shouldn’t kids do this Instead? We lift our knees We put them down Slowly, slowly twist and turn But we never feel the burn. Nice and easy…

The End   How will you see my life at the end Will you see me as helpful and kind As one on whom you knew you’d depend Or someone erased from your mind Will you think of me and remember some purpose Some time…

Coins fall through a poorly sewn pocket, and clatter dully on the cobblestone. An opulent, imposing carriage rolls thoughtlessly over the copper. The Lord and Lady inside peer out, eyes locking with the friendly layman’s soot streaked smile, though they prefer distance over satisfied curiosity….

IF If our lives were to last forever I might not … Say goodnight as tenderly Act carelessly Cuddle you so much If we were never ever going to be apart I might not … Tell you so often that I love you Cherish every…

Hypermnesia taken before my birth, still they lie beside me as I try to sleep longing for the sound of a voice never heard stunted by their absence, no keepsakes, no memorabilia will walking the streets or forest where they once had life generate perceptions,…

We met at 15, I’m now 68. Lightening hit when I saw him, I saw my fate. To grow old together is our goal. Our love connected at the soul. My best friend, my soft place to land. 50 years together, hand in hand. I’m…

Time is a thief.  I plan to buy back time at my ending.  I can smell the lack of time left.             (amazon.com) In the far lands,  I hear the ticking  of life’s time clock. Yet, I can not taste …