• Skay and cristywatsoncristywatson are now friends 1 week, 5 days ago

  • Last sentence from: “Very good, Jeeves!” P.G. Wodehouse.

    A free flow Saturday in strange times
    Brown stains left by coffee cups
    On the white window sill
    Dialogs with oneself
    Dialogs with the wor […]


    On my garden’s calls


    She’s a siren, that Garden
    Calling forever to preen
    All her troops in unison.

    Clematis, roses, fuscias, peppers
    Beans and penstemons nod in unison
    Herbs and cucumber sing […]

    • I love this! Beautiful lyrical garden poem.

    • I love this! I used to be an avid gardener when I had the room! Great use of personification. The poem flows beautifully! The only comment that I could make is more a question about Syntax. You have some punctuation happening at the very beginning and then it ends-why? Beautiful poem! Well done! Maybe add to the chorus: Nurture Us! etc.

    • This was my favorite of your works from this marathon 🙂 It’s fantastic and I love the personification of the garden. Especially the ending with “we’re your children too”. Also really liked “Cauldron of sanity” – Thanks for sharing your writing with us!

    • Simply, beautiful!

  • Skay and rosemarsrosemars are now friends 1 week, 6 days ago

  • Beliefs

    My Monstera Adansonii leaves
    Have large gaping holes
    Where light breaks through on the other side.
    Leaves with windows she said.
    If you peer through them you can see
    The soul of the world […]

    • This poem is my favorite of yours. I
      Love the spiritual quality of “Beliefs”. My favorite lines:
      “Sometimes you can see the world
      Beyond/That’s why the leaves have slits, she said” These words spoke to me.

    • Came to say this is my favourite, interesting to see it is also someone else’s favourite! And my favourite line? The same one as mentioned above 🙂

    • ‘leaves with windows’… ‘the soul of the outside world’… so much said in this poem – especially the last line! Love it!

  • Skay wrote a new post, Skay Hour 9 1 week, 6 days ago

    An exhausted afternoon sun strikes lethargy
    In a stifling thick air of the summer cottage
    A tired fan groans as it makes yet another
    Circle midair in the dense heat.
    Fumes rise from the bottle of […]

  • Skay wrote a new post, Skay Hour 8 1 week, 6 days ago

    Loves sugar, also loves salt

    A special dichotomy exists
    In a wild flutter of heartbeat
    An unsettled unrest
    A frenzy to pump
    A drive for life
    Yet a calm underlying thought
    Says all is well because life […]

  • Skay wrote a new post, Skay Hour 7 1 week, 6 days ago

    Season of the Grape


    You swagger and return a blank smile
    To my conversation
    All my words have washed off you
    I read your face.
    I see the signs.
    I raise my own glass to my lips.

    Burgundy of the […]

  • Haiku

    Whiffs of floral scent
    fills the twilight garden path
    A bird sings her song.

  • Skay wrote a new post, Skay Hour 5 1 week, 6 days ago

    Muscles ripple through gleaming skin

    Beads form and sweat trickles

    Down a furrowed brow.

    Each move shows the ache

    In the overstretched sinew

    From the strain of the oar

    And the burden of your […]

    • ❤ this one

    • So fascinating to read the poems others wrote to the same photo … this is tight, tense, makes me feel the ‘burden of the toils’ I especially like “What heartache pumps your blood?” Such an interesting way to ask the question! Thank you.

    • so surreal

    • Beautiful! 🙂 I love the questions.

    • Choosing this one for comment because I chose the same picture to prompt my poem.

      Love the imagery and the metaphors.

      Confused by your use of “sailor” for a person in a rowboat, I looked again to see if there were sails somewhere and I missed them. That’s the fist time I noticed that there are no visible oars either. Am I being too literal or were you being more fanciful? I also thought of this as a rowboat at first.

      All of this makes the toiling more meaningful, don’t you think?

      I’m particularly drawn to this line:
      “To where the stars, the water and the land meet?”

      I probably would have changed the order, moving up from water to land to stars. Or moving down from stars to land to water. This order of locations in your lie got my attention because it’s not linear — suggesting that there is no straight line pointing your sailor to the destination nor one line pointing the sailor — and reader — to an answer to your questions. It leaves me unsettled. And that’s probably a good thing.

      • Thank you Shirl! All relevant questions. And you’re right, I’m only using the horizon “vanishing” point from that picture, not using literal sense. But yes I did refer to oar.
        Do note that this is the first draft and not the final edited version of the poem. Not even the second draft. As I’m sure is the case with most people.
        Thank you for visiting and commenting, much appreciate it!

  • Baguette and cheese


    Of photography and particle physics

    And respective loves

    And pushing out hates


    Of friendships lasting longer 

    Than lives lived.

    And of  living for […]

  • Of Progressions


    A glance that began

    A smile that helped

    And a wee, token word

    Yet now we stand here

    Deep in our travels from 

    Whence the journey spurred


    Time is the judging qu […]

  • Skay wrote a new post, Skay Hour 2 1 week, 6 days ago

    Cauldron of sanity

    Long winding roads
    Twinkling sunlight through tree tops
    Chatter of a six year old
    Rows of nodding daisies
    One floating  dandelion seed

    Let all bubble gently

    Sieve […]

  • Skay wrote a new post, Skay Hour 1 1 week, 6 days ago

    Hour 1


    “Don’t run around the around while 

    I’m oiling your straggly hair!”

    “Which of these goodies do you want to eat?”

    “Which story would you like to hear today?”


    Time drew deep lines […]

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