A lonesome bird sings the evensonghis frantic wings beating towards home.I count my treasures in the darkwhere suggestible senses hold little sway.Moments tumbled through my fingers,flickering shadows danced by candlelight.Would that I could keep only joyful moments;somehow laughter and tears look alike in the lens of time.Could a rose be parted from her thorns andContinue reading “AUTUMNAL”


Show me your love not with a crown of roses or a bowl of carnations which soon become food for worms once their fragrance dies. Neither give me promises of galaxies and garnets and diamonds. I am no queen and have no use for such treasures that I would have to check in at death’sContinue reading “THE PROOF I WANT”


Her fragrance was one I could only dream of when I was young. Though the smell of Ylang-ylang and Rosal, more popularly known as Gardenia, infused the air around me, still I longed for the scent of a rose. Yes, roses grew in our area, but they did not have that rose smell that IContinue reading “THE SCENT OF A ROSE”


This garden of roses is my garden of sorrows thorns push against my skin drawing  blood in scarlet patterns. I wish I could remember the sweet fragrance, the velvet charm of the flowers, but pain overwhelms. I look to the heavens for deliverance. What will I be when my prayers are answered with silence? ThisContinue reading “THE GARDEN”


In September, I posted half a poem, a Retourne, for Jilly’s Casting Bricks Collaborative Poetry Challenge.   Some friends accepted the challenge and wrote their responses, i.e., the last two stanzas of a four stanza piece.  Their works blew me away with their creativity and ability to  write a response that fitted so perfectly withContinue reading “WORDS ‘RETOURNED’ WITH THANKS”


Your  petals fall by a slow dance like graceful swans They glide on air light as feather tumbling over, getting closer to forever. Softly they land on hallowed ground giving summer its one last kiss. In the abyss of their absence burns remembrance. ~~~~ Frank Hubeny challenges DVerse Poets’ Pub habitues to write a MinuteContinue reading “TO A FLOWER, GOING”


“By a voice he saith: Hear me, ye divine offspring, and bud forth as the rose planted by the brooks of waters. [18] Give ye a sweet odour as frankincense. [19] Send forth flowers, as the lily, and yield a smell, and bring forth leaves in grace, and praise with canticles, and bless the LordContinue reading “A ROSE BY THE LIVING WATERS”


I was told – everyone has a perfect match somewhere like a pot with a missing lid I just had to wait for my match to be found years and years I waited still he did not come I was told – be the best you can be perfect for the one you’re looking forContinue reading “PERFECT MATCH”