Posted in NaPoWriMo, poetry

Peace Once More

Another Double Elevenie for NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-three


Peace Once More


hard, brittle

surrounds my heart

protection from his lies



finding cracks

letting in love

learning to trust again


Posted in d'Verse Poets Pub, poetry


d’verse Poets Pub – Poetics : The River

Paul Dear is the guest bartender at the Pub tonight and he’s got things flowing with the prompt ‘The River’

I wrote a river of words
In rhyme, free verse, sonnet
Then I built a little boat
And sailed from one end
Of your heart to the other
Avoiding rapids of heartbeats
And ripples of emotions
Listening for the echo of love
And hear only silence

Posted in Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, poetry


Out of Standard: Multiple Choice
It’s time for some Multiple Choice in the Garden


You brought me a star
Shall I wish upon it
Or fling it back into the night

You brought me a song
Shall I sing it back to you
Or muffle the melody

You brought me a poem
Shall I recite it aloud
Or let it sit on the shelf

You brought me your heart
I will hold it tenderly
Next to mine

Posted in Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, poetry

Wide Open

It’s all about WALLS in the Garden today

Wide Open

some might build walls
for protection
for isolation
for immunity
after their hearts have
been broken
keeping other hearts out
fearing more damage
but I will keep my heart open
to life as it comes
each bruise or tear
making it smater, stronger –


Posted in d'Verse Poets Pub, poetry

Your Heart

Over at d’Verse Poets Pub, Mish has us taking a closer look at the art of Ally Saunders for some inspiration.
I chose her work titled Crossing the River. You can see more of her art here



Crossing the River  – Ally Saunders

Your Heart

Bring me your heart
With past lives and
Worn out feelings

Bring me your true heart
Your joyful heart
Your mournful heart
Your trusting heart

Bring me your fragile heart
Let me tenderly
Stow it away
Throw away the key

Bring me your heart
And I will
Give you mine

Posted in poetry, quadrille

The Phrenologist

Quadrille # 22 – scar

The Phrenologist

The charlatan claimed to
Be able to read the bumps
And dents on my scull
He massaged, prodded
Poked, stroked
Then told me I was kind,
A little sensitive
What would he tell me
If he could read the scars
On my heart

De has us scar(ffing) up words to fill a Quadrille over at d’Verse Poets Pub