I remember many years ago When I felt God call me to write. I was leaving the last day of my work And I could not believe the site.   I found a perfect quill feather as I labeled it to be. Sitting on the…

Bless the Muse who stayed by my side tapping my shoulder whispering in my ear offering words when my tongue was parched and my mind empty. I will send you silver strands from my head on the backs of Sunday breezes in gratitude for your…

prompt 22 hour 22 these little gifts   these little gifts remind me that I am never alone: feathers are connections to those beings who see the world above the little things that seem most able to ground us – make us small when we…

I will take a leisurely stroll by the sidewalk And drink in the site of machinery idling in the construction ground as I walk The wired fence of the site is no barrier to my walk I am prepared to enjoy the journey; that is…

He hunched his shoulders, Walking, fading into the big city, One of the many with dreams unfulfilled efforts unrewarded, No takers for his skill. He had walked his path, But destination eluded him, His wants dying on his tongue, with all the mouths he had…

24 Poems: “The Dinner Party”   The Toast   A grateful guest stood up With some grateful words His tongue no doubt loosened But still inventing enchanting words   “I thank the host, for this wonderful evening and am astonished at his efforts that leave…

My palms are too soft Too white. Eighteen years into life Yet they are like a newborn child’s, Devoid of any callouses No marks, no creases Save the life line and such. Haven’t I toiled? Am I a stranger to life’s pain? I know I…

Under celebration of annual harvest and subsequent feast, before the first frost the people put them on the list of self-invited guests allowing to gobble up, excessive drinking, spreading gossips and other stuff. She felt enormously bored and pursued the way in neglection. He was…

They terrify me With their swirls and their curves and lines Their battle positions in dictionaries and behind enemy lines Some look like they will bite, make a flag and hoist it high Others march out to shout, some to die and some to fight…

Beauty “Beauty can be found in the ugliest of places.” Unknown A Gerber daisy in full bloom vibrant fuscia with dark center.A smile of pearly clean white teeth against dark skin.A pink sky chasing away grey clouds after rain. God paints the sky tie dyed…