This hour I once again found my own inspiration. My pinterst page has lots of inspiration waiting for me.   Dwale I feel myself slip Pulled into nightshade My mind pours from me My body no longer mine My thoughts rush away As darkness enters…

seeds planted a soft watering sunshine time the soil pushes aside green sprouts appear such is the garden in early summer

Here I am In the middle of the night Pushing myself Trying to get my words Perfectly right Seeking more of my own Inspiration More, than ever before Faith, in my own poetic finesse Carries me forward To the finish line Down the slippery slope…

I hear you as you travel inside me. Our scent lingers on my skin, infusing me with memories. My tongue washes you, gentle strokes, all at once hungry and full, I feel quiet in your arms, resting in your thoughts, dreams shared. I am smiling,…

Well, it can be almost anything To anyone About anything That’s the beauty of it It is defined by it’s nature of having no one solid definition It is the cat of human emotion It can be fuzzy It can be soft It can have…

Hour 16  (Marathon Prompt – write a poem about love without using the word love) FOR JOHN He trusts me, even when he fears for my well being He compliments me, even when the dinner ends up in the trash or the new hair cut…

i was attracted to this majestic being, i took no chances, no probables, i treated her liker the queen she was, i feared to loose her, for she was the one of the few good things in my life, i couldn’t tell her i lo……,…

When I wake up to a clean sink, I feel its fullness. A quick phone call on the way home from work, “Did you eat?” My daughter’s knock and muffled offering, “I made soup, There’s plenty.” The last one out the studio door, “Thank you….

He whispers promises that neither of us hear,  Safer, that his secrets always remain his,  And mine dangling at the edge of my bed, where he lays I melt, under his generous gaze, For 16 hours of one lifetime,  He belonged to me,  For 16…

Your smile, your face, your eyes The way you take care of yourself The way you always try to help me, Even when you can’t This is what I crave. Your touch, your smell The look of your face after a shave The way you…