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.

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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