Castle By the Sea

I once dreamt of a castle by the sea Inhabited by an evil queen. She locked me up in the tower where I used to dream of My knight in shining armor, Coming to rescue me. For hours I would peer out of the Tiny…

Minions of Mindlessness (poem 4)

Minions of Mindlessness     Theirs was blight not as big as it seemed. I used to start my car after work in Coeur d’Alene, knew it might explode. The crazies had no limits though we could have been friends. They were lost in a…

A Very Hot Adventure

Being a very brilliant and adventurous gal, A real sharp looker, with her very own style, Annie set out on an uncharted trip with her pal. Opportunity like this hadn’t come for a while. Ginger was ready to explore a new path to take, Tired…

Before Darkness

Just before darkness Baitfish hit the bay’s topwater. A lone angler casts her plug past the outer circles Of bulls eyes left By a school of peanut bunker. She’s almost surprised as she Feels the power of striper’s strike. Landing her prize, she removes The…

#PoetryPromptNo1 The End

  The end is clear as day flashing in front of my eyes, The end is near I can feel it lingering approaching, crawling under my skin, invading my sanity. The closer it gets the more I lose my grip over reality. Maybe in the…

Communication 2.0

The key to understanding Is knowledge of the buttons. Well, not exactly buttons. Touch the screen. Send a message. Words typed with feeling, (Mis)Read with suspicion. It’s how we stay connected. Oh no! Don’t call.

(i) end….at the beginning

like a whisper chases its shadow, around a domed gallery made of stone we leap-frog from liaison to liaison, yet in the end, as at the start – are left alone

The balls lay around Like scattered leaves Ideas on the crumpled page Head between knees Jumble of words Bouncing around in brain Broken pen makes page bleed Heart makes hope refrain Closed eyes and dripping tears Drop and smudge the lines On troubled soul Disappoitment…

Sitting

What makes a true American…American? The need to sit and do nothing Sit and chill Netflix and chill But, why? Why is it okay to do nothing When you stand for nothing, you fall for anything We fall for anything We let the media feed…

I See You (For My Riska) – Poem 4/24

One moonless starry night When millions of sparkling diamonds Lay strewn across a black velvet sky I walked in a grove of whispering Oaks When suddenly I saw a wounded Star:   I picked you up and dusted you off And nurtured you back to…