Evening (O.S.I.)

Hi bloggers,
I am writing this poem for O.S.I. The theme this week is evening.

He carried the evening
In his arms
The glory of the moon
And the heavenly stars
She opened her palms
Embraced the great night
Beautiful, black ebony
Milky Way swimming and bright

Winter's Face

Winter has shown her face numerous times along the East Coast. She leaves a trail of white crippling our highways, trees, and city streets. The early snowflakes are tiny wonders of nature, but by the end of her journey, we are buried beneath her.

I hope you are staying warm and dry. Happy Sky Watch all!!

Johnny Wet Triumphant

Hi all,

Here is a freestyle poem I've written.

Johnny wet triumphant from the rain
Emerges in a puddle of blue
While silver lightning purrs
The door frame shakes where he stood
World of mud on his boots

Hot in the eyes
A pair of storm clouds
Unfurls against his brow
While raindrops trickle down

Amusing his love
She dries him with her eyes
Pile of wet clothes defeated
Beneath naked brown toes
Igniting the room in body heat
Silver clouds touching down

Unpleasantness (Acrostic)

Hi all,

My latest poem is a challenging prompt from Acrostic Only. The theme is an acrostic sonnet using iambic pentameter. If you are interested in a challenge, please check it out!

Under whelmed by the power he possessed
Notwithstanding his looks were quite obtuse
Petrified of this union, she confessed
Love in her hesitant, chased, and misused
Eternity a symbol from his lips
Aiding his persuasion, amassed in gold
Saturated in jewels, queen of his ship
Acquire mere fortune, she wavered ice cold
Notes in mascara, regret’s only song
Triumphant storm, she devoured her rain cloud
Neglected her heart, thought it cruel and wrong
Enigma in white lace, she cried aloud
Satin train through the window seeking night
Satiated by the freedom of flight

Anne's Heart

Hi all,


I am writing this short story for Thursday Tales. The photo is by Media Bistro. I hope you enjoy it!

Anne’s heart went pitter patter against her chest. She felt it rise, leap, and rattle in her ribcage. Robert wrapped a blindfold around her eyes. The color of the fabric was dark as midnight. He caressed her long, red hair as it settled against her waist.

“Are you ready for the surprise,” he whispered. He pressed his lips against her neck.

“Yes,” she squealed in one, excited breath.

“Wait here,” he instructed. She heard his heavy boots scuttle against the floor. His walk had always been loud, defiant, and clunky. She couldn’t help but laugh. She lifted her hands midair. The walls grew distant as she settled into nothingness. She drifted into the great silence around her.

Robert spun her around and they embraced. Anne’s world remained dark and she grew impatient.

“Can I look now?”

“Not yet,” Robert laughed. He opened the palms of her hand and dropped a small, red box. Then, he released her from the darkness.

Anne gazed down at the box and shook it. She heard the clinging of a chain rattling snakelike. As Anne tore away the red ribbon, she sprung open its contents.

She ran her fingers along a beautiful, gold heart. She opened the lock and discovered a tiny picture of her and Robert. Tears trickled along the sides of her cheeks.

“I love my heart,” she cried. Love poured out of Anne in new measure. She pressed the lock against her chest and lost herself in a passionate embrace.

Sky Whispers

Happy Sky Watch all,

Soft whispers in the sky, pale pink and blue, sways in a heavenly array before my eyes. Hope you enjoy the skies in your own neighborhood.

You can check out other lovely skies at:

I Have A Dream

Hi all,


This poem is dedicated to Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and his awe inspiring legacy. May we find ways to pursue freedom, understanding, and peace.

Stream of humanity

Blood and sweat, he toiled

In the mind, he conceived

A dream birthed in love

In the highest courts of freedom

Marching in triumphant victory

In our hearts we speak

I have a dream

Five O' Clock Shadow

Hi all,

I am posting this for Acrostic Only. The theme is Five O’ Clock Shadow.

Frisking his beard
Intent is rising
Vision of kisses
Enveloping her eyelids

Open and close

Craving the shadow
Long and grizzly
Oscillating in movement
Crumpling with touch
Kindling though strangers

Shaving his hair
Hot skin smooth
Arresting her eyes
Dropping down low
Only the razor
Whistled out slow

Winter Sky

Hi Skywatchers,

Here is the sky before the winter storm. I am starting to count the days until spring.

Swirling clouds
Thicken in cold air
Winter upon us
Chilling our members
Fingers and toes
Icy and numb
Awaiting spring weather

Disappearing Lips

Where had her lips gone?
She discovered one afternoon
Glancing through a blue mirror
A hole where her lips once accompanied
Round apple cheeks

Perhaps it crawled from her bedside
And fluttered like a butterfly
Into the breeze
Giving herself to the whimsy
Of chance and time

Perhaps it drifted to a lover’s window
Reliving contact soft as dough
Finding old habits hard to swallow
Returning to the hollow between her cheeks
Exhaling heat, releasing the wind
　

O.S.I.: Abundance

Hi all,

This week's O.S.I. prompt is abundance:

Earth in its abundance
Sun baked sky
Wide eyed sunset
Bursting in fuchsia
Yellow blush and dusk
Grass invites our fingers
To bend in a hush
Afternoons in nature
Walks in moonlight
Time to be still
Full of earth’s abundance

City Sky

Hi Sky Watchers,

Happy New Year! Here are a pair of photos from the city skyline. The design on one building was particularly stunning and unique. It reminds me of a golden sun or flower. The second picture is a beautiful statue of Gandhi trekking on soft mounds of snow. He is quite an inspiring figure.

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Bookmarks (Acrostic Only)

Hi all,


I am posting this story for Acrostic Only. The theme is bookmarks. If you are up for a challenge, check out the link for other exciting prompts.

Brave heart is wilting in black chiffon. The chocolate cream on her cake matches her dress. Pink frost is a yummy reminder of childhood. She tastes in front of an audience.

Oblivious to her younger self. Precocious babe with flirty pages. She sits in silence with a sly, little twinkle.

Olive vines are her headdress. She has slipped into white. Like a bird swept in light, she blows out the candles. Her birthday cake is more delightful in private.

Kissing herself in the mirror, she embraces the gray in her hair. She is drawn into mirrors of beauty. Her young self gazes at an old woman. Her selves united in chatter and singing.

Mind her wrinkles, her waning skin, lips, and fat. She sits in a pool of thoughts and laughs. The natives are restless. She can hear their heels clicking, their silhouettes glow in a room full of helium balloons.

Aligning old birthday cards and well wishes, warm memories flood her. They weep along her cheeks and well up in her bosom. Was she ready to face the future? Prepared to walk in the shadows of old age?

Rising towards the door, turning the knob, she found courage to breathe. Her fingers gently tug against her curls. Her palms rest upon her cheeks, neck, and down the sides of her dress.

Kindled by old friends, her belly is full and jubilant. The room is filled with laughter. The hours are delicious as chocolate cake. She lets fear dissipate in frosting and ice. It settles somewhere deep into her bones.

Signs would appear in the birthdays to come. Age would show its face. The hourglass of time would collapse like jagged, grainy crystals. But she placed a snapshot of her former self between the pages of life. Youth became her bookmark in the annals of time.

Calmed (O.S.I.)

Hi all,

Here is my first poem of the New Year. This is written for O.S.I. and the theme this week is calmed. I have written this poem in Sedoka form.

Where prayer flows, lips meet
Wisdom answers in due time
Glory raining in blue skies

Calmed in new sunrise
Gentle in speech, soft and meek
Answers flood an open heart