Ambling

I walk, but never enough. If I could, I would walk for endless hours across the forests where I love to walk. I hike not uphill. The lowlands call me. Rivers, streams, creeks mostly… those tight, shady spots where the water is shallow and clean….

Villanelle – I Care

Prompt 13, Hour 13 Write a poem about a physical activity you do all the time. It could be something mundane and chore related, such as brushing your teeth or mowing the lawn, or it could be something you do for fun, or for your…

Potty Training

Poop in the toilet.   Poop in the training potty.   Poop on the bathroom floor.   Poop on the carpet.   Poop on the track of the sliding closet—   Slide, slide, slide until it is flattened like a penny on a train track….

Reality Check (9:00 PM) – edit done (Hour 13)

~ D², @d2poetry Being underscores Doing Doing produces Having World says… having is related to doing which is guided by “I am” Meaning… if have much then doing much, so worthy much Conversely… lack in having is directly related to lack in doing which is…

Cloudbusting

Spotted silver snow leopard sky Stretching far and fractured Gathering distant stars Kissing the wide-eyed moon Whispering stolen secrets from the future sun

1984: The Butterfly Girl

Smart and sassy with a Liza Minnelli smile The girl could light up a room Beauty school was just the beginning She had stars in her eyes Big dreams of bright cities and fancy places Small towns couldn’t hold her down She had her walking…

The Film Not Chosen

Known by so many names Netflix queue of conundrums Netflix choice purgatory Netflix spiral of despair The queue grows and grows Then there comes a day So many choices Genres, actors, directors, Reviews and synopses Stories to be explored Dialogues to be experienced So much…

WYSIWYG

WYSIWYG: it goes beyond Discussion of computer fonts, And colour-palette editing: There’s WYSIWYG in many things. That boy that passed you in the street; A charmer, nicest guy you’ll meet, Or else a thug of darkest kind, Based on what you expect to find. The…

A Woman

A good woman needn’ always be a mother. Merely, strong. With a will that is set like a mountain. She doesn’t have to be loud. Or standing in the spotlight. She only needs to be brave. Brave for herself. Since it isn’t about always running…

Hushed and Haunted Rhythms

There is a certain nightly hour when an eerie hush cushions the earth. All becomes dormant, all becomes quiet Except The little sounds thrive and grow and pulse and move and shake and quiver. Close your eyes, turn off all the lights and listen to…