On a Gloomy Spring Day

On a Gloomy Spring Day

It was a gray day –
gray sky, gray dreams.
Rolling fog came pushing
it’s way across the ground
masquerading as a goblin,
and I looked for a safe
place, a hidey hole.
Hope hung limply,
like a worn out chemise,
until a small trumpeter
with a black cap chirped
notes of promise into the air.

Bragging Rights

Bragging Rights

This poem’s been dragged and bagged
and now it’s lagging behind – trying to
flag down some scallawag staggering
by, wagging an extra word or two
that it needs to snag if it’s ever
going to be able to brag about itself
properly, on paper

Dee brings out the silly in me


d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: March Wind Ekphrastic

I used the painting by John Sloan, Sun and Wind on the Roof





I wish for wings to take me

sailing over these rooftops

Wings that flap like the shirts and

sheets on this line, struggling for release

into an unknown world

Yet, like the sheets, I am tethered to

this place – not with ropes and pegs,

but with invisible threads that

bind my heart to yours