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recreating Sarah

Conjuring, I draw you from the past

I streak your hair with Spanish red

recollection is a soft and flowing river

and dress you in shades of blue

and I fear I’ll drown if I wander in

dotting your eyes with gold flecks

struggling against painful memories

that burn more than they sparkle.


PAD prompt: write a portrait poem.



It’s April again, and time for the poem a day (PAD) challenge! And please do consider giving it a try yourself:
Today’s prompt: write a secret poem. Mine? Some secrets are universal…

We all try to walk
straight forward
into the sunlight
as if our hearts
were never broken

poems, on fun

Wednesday prompt: Write a fun poem (or two)


I watch my dog Gonzo
roll in mud and grass,
wolf down pine straw, wood and more,
chase squirrels up trees,
steal my towel from the rack
and roll some more, in between
bites of stolen sock of course,
and I realize just how little
or how much it might take
to live a life that full,
if I could only grow fur
and leap into four legs and a tail.


$10,000 question (a triolet)

What is it that I do for fun?
The ten thousand dollar question.
I feel I’ve only just begun…
What is it that I do for fun?
I play with dogs, I read, I pun –
but is that fun or decompression?
What is it that I do for fun?
The ten thousand dollar question.

New normal

I am wandering
confused and lost
in unfamiliar terrain,
desperate for a map.
I see a stranger
who sees me too,
and I whisper-ask
“How do I find my way
back to before,
back where I felt
back where I knew
I belonged?”
And his head moves
slowly down and away
toward the street
and he whispers back
“You can’t get there
from here.”


Wednesday prompt: Write a direction poem.


I forget

I forget my promise sometimes
when the days grind for too long
and the dogs make us both crazy,
when I’ve let my eyebrows go wild
and I notice I’m invisible again.

I forget the words I whispered
on Sunset Beach in summertime,
our feet bare and our hearts light
but heads knowing better than most
that storms can come on so fast.

I forget I said I’d keep trying,
the vow that mattered, the hard one,
because walking away is my default
and we both know I don’t want you
to actually let me go.


For John.

Wednesday prompt: write a Valentines poem



Wednesday prompt: Write a password poem

Just once before I die
I’d like to saunter
head swaying side to side
subtle and stylish of course
through sunken alleyways
up to a heavy wooden door
worn from use and age
with a bullet hole or two
and knock raprap rap rap rap
until a large tattooed man
missing some teeth and hair
grunts approvingly
through a small opening
before the door creaks open
to grant me safe passage.

Up and at ‘em

Wednesday prompt: write an up poem. 

The cold (or is it flu?)
took me to bed by force
having its way with me
through the whining last days
of that lousy last year.
Perfect ending, I suppose
but here it is
the beginning again
and there’s insurance to buy,
and perhaps new tires,
so this morning finally
I cast off the shackles
and coughed my way
bitterly to work.


Wednesday prompt: write a “made sense at the time” poem.

He said to me:
You hear things
I never said,
poor thing,
but it’s okay,
I’ll look after you,
just trust me.

I let myself go
assuming always
that I owned all blame,
until finally
I saw his shadow
in the gaslight.

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