Again I have need to haunt this pen for again you have forgotten my words and have ceded your power to another I see this hold she still has over you but I do not know how to rationalize it You have retuned to following…

Safety First   Before helmets existed, I rode my bike dozens of miles to the pool, tennis courts, and library. My bare head   sailed through updrafts as I encircled the middle school parking lot, for no reason   except it was there. Injury happened…

“The woods are lovely, dark and deep” Secrets witnessed by foliage likely to keep Cautiously, sliding and sweating I creep The path to the cave incredibly steep I stand at the mouth and quietly weep Then I push the body in, starting with feet.  …

Internet failed and my photo didn’t load. I will correct this injustice when I retain home. Here’s hoping my poetry still counts. Handwrit poem reads: 2… Analog Poem: A handwrit Tanka on my iPad Each poem strugglinglost within my failed iPhone.I choose to returnto handwritten…

Prompt 2: Read Robert Frost’s poem Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening,  chose one line or phrase, and with credit, write a poem with that line or phrase in it. Prompt partially contributed by Se Johnson.   Before I Sleep ~willjxn~ Before I sleep I’ll make…

Winter Solstice (from Stopping By Woods on A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost)   I walk – between the woods and frozen lake On the darkest evening of the year.   The snow – compact, slippery. My steps cautious.   I walk between two worlds…

“And miles to go before I sleep”: A league of tasks light and deep, Must errands to run without delay, Multi-tasking without thanks or pay: Noses wiped, shoes tied, tears dried, Fights stopped, yet I’m sorely tried. Of course, the photocopier’s jammed! Sometimes, such little…

    The Woods     The woods are lovely, dark and deep immersed in them to me is sleep. Because I often waste my time with thinking that’s not worth a dime.   What is this life all about? A reuben sandwich with sauerkraut?…

II. Birdsong, birdsong, – dawn to dusk birdsong follows the light.   Bird surround-sound gloriously envelopes this sun filled day cascading melodies   Interrupted only by computer hum as I write this ode to bird song, bird song.   Do the birds remember which notes…

Every day brings new disappointments It must feel this way for everyone Who is it that relishes in the conflict and chaos that fills our daily lives? There must be some greatest beneficiary to all the vitriol and violence At what point will the rest…