Monthly Archives: January 2018

  Mirrors, aren’t they a telling thing They show us who we be? Every blemish, every flaw Wrinkle, dimple, fold and curve Before not there, today we see I’d rather view the tear-stained cheeks Of one who never saw beyond … Continue reading →

Everything I do is poetry. My music is rhythm and rhyme. My actions call out for descriptive annotations. I wrap meaning around words and hand them out as gifts My syllables are metered…or not Poetry is a celebration Of my … Continue reading →

She weaves a web of silken strands Strong as steel, not by hands Above soft petals drip with mist From sullen clouds and sunlight’s kiss She in her translucent world In patience sits in center orb Awaiting unsuspecting prey I … Continue reading →

Arnica Montana, lovely like a deep yellow daisy Lily of the Valley, bells cascading in innocence Holly, its deep green leaves and cherry red berries Decorative, fragile, healing and fragrant Yet deadly Words people say The games people play The … Continue reading →

dVersepoetrypub.com prompt for Monday is handwriting. A haibun. I hope you can read my handwriting. If anyone has a problem,  I will type it out,  but I thought this was appropriate. (Updated and typed so all can read it)   … Continue reading →

Hello, sun in my face. Hello, you who make the morning and spread it over the fields and into the faces of the tulips and the nodding morning glories, and into the windows of, even, the miserable and crotchety – … Continue reading →

  When all is healed all will be beautiful But for now beauty is found in all of us…broken When clenching fists can loosen their grip and give freely Then our spirits will pulse as one But for now without … Continue reading →

Some swim or fly Or crawl from birth until they die Some soar with outstretched wings Or flutter in staccato and never sing Some lumber clumsily Others slither stealthily But rabbits and kangaroos Bounce whatever life gives That’s the way … Continue reading →

Maybe life is simple We tangle it To unravel it It makes us look smarter We use big words Sometimes long Sometimes foreign It makes us sound smarter We reach into the darkness Pull out hidden things That maybe should … Continue reading →

In white space my muse hides And calls to me with silent cries Transparent so I can’t afford To plagiarize another’s words I must lay everything at rest Ignore the voices I think best Not second guess the empty space … Continue reading →