Poem Eighteen ~ Blue Rings of Death

Long tentacles with suction cup ends. Sharp beak, dripping with poison – drip, drop, dripping into the veins of its prey. Careful, or it may prey on you, though only if you are smaller than a golf ball. Brilliant blue hues shine out to the…

Poem 15 – Shaunton’s Heart

A medical scare, Emotional disconnection From myself From my life From the goals I set for longevity, Uncomfortable discussions exchanged with my doctor. I didn’t want to believe it, I had to hear the truth. Choices, I had none. It was either live or die….

Imperfect Explanation

I keep the pieces of the angel ball. They are too lovely to discard– hand painted wings and stars and sky (and dried red peppers in a bunch) on egg-shell slivered glass.   Ideas broke my heart . . . be perfect, which you cannot…

Poem 16 – I Think Life Is Living

To live without fear is ancient, To fear love without a soul is unconscious. To love without hope is lost. To hope and pray means to have courage. To pray and worry is time wasted. To worry about neighbors is a pitiful excuse that never…

Tricky Dick

Just four years old, I was. A toddler, still, but a talkative one. The year was 1963. A day in history None would soon forget. His name was Richard. A man of many years And much power, Apparently. There was a party at my house – One…

Poem 17 — You Broke My Heart

I never wanted it to be “us”, You couldn’t let it rest. You wanted to prove to me You were my man I guess. For a few good months, You introduced me to this caring, loving man, That he was qualified to spoil me in…

HOUR 17 BROKEN

BROKEN I wanted to figure, out why I hated to cook, so I went back a few years and took a look.     I was young, barely four, but an independent streak, had I. I reveled in a house of love, music, and song.   No foul…

The American Dream

Politics in Americaaaaaa….. Aaaaah……… Wasting my time with it. Wondering who selects whom As we pretend to vote Our Selection In a completely Fascist Election. I have to go to bed.

Daily Parade

Mama pulled out the stroller and Put on my prettiest dress. My heart started to beat faster Cause I knew what this meant.   Will he be up on the roof or Hammering a wall? Will he talk to us this time or Turn away…