Saturday, October 29, 2011

Whispers Of A Girl

Hi all,

This is a poem I discovered in my notebook a few months back. I'm happy to share with all of you. Have a blessed and happy weekend:

Of the girl
I used to be
With quiet eyes
Wishful knowing
Time to grow
My inner longing
Life is slow
Dreams are drowning

Whispers of the girl
I used to be
Fear’s the only monster
I’ll be leaving
I am growing
Determined rowing
To my isles of destiny

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Intimate Skies

Intimate skies
Tell me your secrets
Buried in your hushed winds
As your colors rise

Happy Sky Watch!

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Memory, Love, and White Walls

Hi all,

This is posted for the meme at It’s Thursday. This short story is a bit emotional and raw but the image moved me to write this way.

The walls were white, Lori observed. Her husband had been vacant and blank like them. His eyes were glazed over in a darkened spell. Depression clung to the walls of the naked room.

Lori was fed up with him. The husband with dead eyes. The husband with cold lips. There he lay rotting away in his mind.

She let the memories of him possess her. His hot love withering in the winter of their marriage. His taunt muscles plucked at the bone. His countenance shattered like glass on the floor. Lori tried to glue together pieces of him, to resurrect him from his bed of misery.

The bills mounted. Life had choked up their dreams. Lori flattened her body against the walls. Those cold bare walls…

“I’m going to make you beautiful,” she whispered. She splattered red paint against the walls in confusion and madness. Her palms landed against them harder and harder. She couldn’t stop kicking and screaming.

Red paint now washed over her skin. She was bleeding on the inside, feeling her heart explode and sink into darkness.

Then two arms seized her from behind. Lori froze as she felt his strong heartbeat against her back. His body moved with heat like a slow, crackling fire. He spun her around and studied her dark eyes soften in his. Tears rained down as she spoke.

“You were asleep so long. I thought I had lost you,” Lori whispered. His skin felt like clay in her hands. He could be loved and molded again.

“Baby, I know,” he answered. They bended to the silence and held each other till the walls crumbled and the sunlight danced across their bodies.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Limber Up (O.S.I.)

Hi all,

I'm in a yoga mindset for this week's poem at O.S.I. The theme is limber up.

From his window view
He glanced up at angels
Their muscles stretching up
Arms circling above
Finding center
In the belly of earth
A perfect symmetry
As incense escaped
Rising as one
From candy colored mats
Beautiful aspiring yogis
Hearts embrace namaste

Thursday, October 20, 2011

At A Crossing

Hi Sky Watchers,

Lately, I've been blessed to see some beautiful skies. Here is one at the crossing gate at my station.

Happy Sky Watch!!

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Loons & Fools

This is a free style poem I was inspired to write today. Hope you enjoy!

Loons and fools
They go together~I guess
If it's all the same to you
I will play a fool
On the edge of darkness
Waiting for your luminous smile to spread

Some profess themselves to be wise
Not I
I am young drifting in wide sky
The creatures they preach
And God speaks
I have but a small place in this life

The loons and fools
They go together~I guess
And confess their thoughts and dreams
Somehow we all coalesce

Monday, October 17, 2011

Vibrant (Haiku)

Hi all,

I've written a pair of haikus for Haiku Heights using the 3-5-3 format. Hope you enjoy!!

Shadows now
Chasing as mirrors
Perfect sun

In your eyes
The world beams your love
Fully mine

Friday, October 14, 2011

Blinding Beautiful Light

My heart
To the blinding
Beautiful light
Of the sun

Happy Sky Watch!!

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Impossible (Haiku)

Hi all,

I'm writing a pair of haikus for Haiku Heights and the theme is impossible.

The eyes can dream but
A wingless man shall never
Soar as birds in flight

Dreamer aspire more
To be as one with visions
And live on pure faith

Sunday, October 9, 2011

O.S.I. (River)

Happy Sunday all!

I've written the following poem for O.S.I. The theme this week is river.

A gift
In this river
Of tears
Falling against
My cheeks

Don’t weep
For me
I’ve watered
My garden
In a river
Of tears

Smile breaks
The mighty deep
Pure joy
Jumping in
A river
Of tears

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Orchestra of Blue

Orchestra of blue
Musical dance with clouds
An endless symphony

Happy Sky Watch

Wednesday, October 5, 2011


Hi all,

I am starting a bit of October Fright at Acrostic Only. Hope you enjoy!

Full of October spells
Rousing from graveyard’s bed
Ignoring the lurking dark
Giddy with yellow eyes
Haunting growl of beast
Time for human feast

Monday, October 3, 2011

Language (O.S.I.)

Hi all,

I've reached 500 posts!! Thanks for all the visits, readers, and kind comments on my site. Blogging has stretched my writing and imagination in so many ways. I am truly grateful and blessed to have a forum to express my joy of writing.

I'm happy to share today's poem with O.S.I. The theme this week is language.

In the tongue
Of calling birds
Swaying trees
And crunching leaves

In the dialect
Of morning hymns
Spiritual chants
A happy dance

In the whisper
Of holding hands
Releasing lips
And parting home

I endeavor
To take up
The language
Of your soul

Sunday, October 2, 2011

The Bubble Squad

Hi all,

Happy October. To begin this month’s posts, I chose the short story prompt over at Bluebell Books. The image is inspired by Charlottes Fancy. I hope you enjoy the child's play in this piece.

Kent couldn’t take his eyes off of bubbles. They had this radioactive glow in sunlight. He watched them until they burst onto pavement. It took the shape of our summer: one beautiful, brief burst.

“Man, we’re too old for this crap,” Matt declared. He cocked his Cubs hat sideways. “Kent, quit staring at those bubbles. Ya big dummy!” He started snapping his fingers in Kent’s face but Kent wouldn’t budge. He was content in the land of bubbles.

“I think the sun fried his brains,” I sighed. Hannah didn’t listen to us complaining. She found the simple joy of summer pursing her lips and releasing her bubbles into the wind. And Kent was her lone but eager spectator.

“Ah hell, I’m a man amongst boys,” Matt spat and he slung his ball from view. “Seriously, don’t you guys wanna play catch? You know I need practice for the JV squad.”

“Nah, I like watching Kent drool,” I laughed.

“Hey, it’s the Bubble Squad,” Sandy shouted. She and Tiffany sped their bikes around the corner to taunt us. I turned to face nasty, no-good Sandy. But she was suddenly charming with that Kool-Aid red dye in her hair. Her cheeks were flushed with a special summer glow.

“Yea, it’s the Bubble Squad. You guys suck,” Tiffany taunted. The insult was enough to wake Kent form his stupor.

“Get lost girls,” Matt threatened and he raised his left fist at Sandy.

“I’d like to see you try it,” she fired back. Sandy was a few inches taller than Matt with her mean, bulldog smile. I felt giddy staring into her cold, heartless eyes. It was the beginning of love and madness.

“Let’s be mature about this guys.” My old man had said something like that before. I gave Sandy a sloppy grin and winked at her. She shot me a dirty look before speeding away on her bike. Tiffany reluctantly followed after her.

“Why did you defend Psycho Sandy,” Matt snapped. “Are you in love, doofus?” I could feel my face turning beet red. “Lay off the girls. They’re poison,” he laughed. He shared a smile with me and ruffled my hair.

We felt the first autumn wind brush against our faces as the bubbles, girls, and baseball drifted away in the final days of summer.