October is the month the mists draw in. These calm and freshly silent mornings settle summer and draw reluctant autumn to our door. The evening fog falls low on crop-shorn fields as rolls of rich, mysterious white seep through the emptying hedges and fall in…

Poem 20 Nature and Man   Skipping across smooth tiles like an ordinary day outside amongst the trees and blades of grass This black bird didn’t care about mall rules and people staring at his brassiness and skill thinking how the hell did he get…

High above As the world sleeps   She shines her light Over the human race In light, and in love   Clouds drape like silk Over her full bussom   Darkness shrouds Her lonely heart Her sun, her love World’s apart   Evolving through revolutions…

I want to plant pine trees On the edge of the ball field so students see the sky Instead of the prison On the valley below I want to plant mighty oaks In the potholes of my street Sometimes, to alert drivers And sometimes to…

Poem 19 Breakfast   The thought of breakfast makes my stomach tight, bringing smiles of delight The smell of bacon sizzling in the metal pan, eggs too, nicely done with specks of green and gooey cheese Toasted bread a must Screw all the gluten haters!…

I assume she’d tired of her nest. Maybe she just felt like the patio was best.  Less stress.  She is very protective of the place. Not sure why she would need so much space.  Just not commonplace.  She runs everyone out of her patio room….

Nature poems are so common, but that is for a reason, there is so much beauty in nature. For the prompt this hour I want you to write a nature poem with a twist. I want you to write a poem about nature interacting with…

Poem 17 Space Gravity does not trap me to the ground Buoyant and strong I float into my dreams like a song Into the vast blackness wearing my crown

NIGHT. INT. TV on movie that could be from ’80s. Think Golden Girls-Meets-Night Stalker. “Don’t let me take your time – it’s been a wild news night – oh, you’re just getting in? Well, I could fill you in – ” CLOSE-UP. Face of Space…

Scream! You can’t be heard. The vacant space surrounds you like a child in a womb. It is never ending. It is everywhere. The quietness is so loud. jj2017