Love’s Purgatory Veiled In Blue

  Love’s Purgatory Veiled In Blue   Caught in your smile, the gentle way your lips move as you spoke through anfractuous teeth grinding out the veracity through geared gristmills, laden with powder– with what was left of my spirit, catching on the edge of…

Nappytime (Hour Six)

Nappytime The pitter-pat of little feet Echoes off the hardwood floor Her big brown eyes look up at me From just outside the office door   “It’s nappytime!” she seems to say Although she utters not a word She climbs my legs onto my lap…

Amusing My Muse

She sits across from me with tousled brown hair, calico dress, and rosy cheeks fair, painted eyes, and turned up nose, no shoes or paint, upon her toes. Lace petticoat helps cover her legs. Arms stretched out, a hug she begs. She must be mute;…

Muse (definitely NOT the prompt; hour four)

My muse has left the building The music has stopped playing And the brush no longer paints.   I don’t understand why she left, She was just going out for some Froyo and never came back.   I have tried her phone, Instagram, And Facebook….

Poem 23

My muse was dead it seemed. Or perhaps it was hibernating. I thought perhaps it was dead for it had been so long since it had shown its beauty to me. But then began the experiences that awakened it… loss, grief, forgiveness, patience, grace, limitless…

Writer’s Block

Twenty-four poems in twenty four hours. I always have so many Words! Where will they all come from? How will I be so inspired? Will my muse slumber? Will my pen be mute? My observations of life around me Are on high alert as my…