Poem 6 Creativity   Where do I find creativity?   It’s often not at my desk where nothing much changes except on this electronic gadget that wants something from me.   I enjoy strolling amongst an ever-changing landscape that speaks in a language…

Nectar peach rose Turn another color In the sun The neopbyle of the mornings. Comfort us in the darkest hours, A piece of God’s heart, Looking upon the earth. Ray’s of Orange hue, Sparkles our life’s views, Pure golden light, Burns with God’s might. Eastern…

Sometimes you just need to be taught What you took on by osmosis From words, meals and meetings Isn’t the only way Or even the best way To speak, eat, commune Twenty eight days with little assignments with a book list and companions who didn’t…

I want to fall to see where it takes me Instead I scurry to the next rock and leap on faith hoping it will contain me for today

My eyes play tricks on me more often than they used to. Let’s get real — it’s probably my brain playing the trickster, not my doing-the-best-they-can peepers. Is this poetry prompt a mailbox? I asked my husband, warming up to the possibility of writing that…

Text Prompt Write a poem about walking without ever using the world walking in it.   Where do you go when anywhere will do? Lost in the moment. Knowing it’s worth it to follow your shadow. Inside you keep pushing for just a bit more….

When you’re footloose and fancy free Do a little shuffling off to Buffalo with me. If perhaps you’re want to wend or wander, Along a trail that gives you much to ponder.   We’ll promenade or per chance take a stroll. Along Broadway’s Boulevard, away…

You’ll forgive me if I appear to lack the gravity expected of a professional author I’ll have you know I take my craft as seriously as sin And still despite my publications and certifications for the countless ways I’ve been asked “What is a poem?” the…

her broad hips carry a child on each side keeping their place in line behind other mothers and fathers grands and great grands and ahead of the same each step forward searching for the promise of safety, of security of home while leaving the absence…

ABANDONED RINGS      (hour 6)   Why did they take them off, those wedding rings?  There’s two sets – gold and thin, piled together on the forest green placemat, alongside the glass vase with dusty eucalyptus. The candle is not lit.  The coaster has no wine…