Emptiness lurks behind the dark windows watching the road for one to relieve its fate that fills the weathered walls and hangs over its head with an air of decay. There was a time when it was not when the now abandoned rooms rang with laughter and songs when the floorboards shook with theContinue reading “THROUGH A WINDOW”


  BRIDGE Because love suffocates behind closed walls, it dares bare its very soul and brave heartaches so love can bridge the barriers fear built among hearts and bring healing Grace to all. ***** The poem is a pleiades, essentially a poem with seven lines that begins with the same letter and  with six syllablesContinue reading “AN OLD COUNTRY FOOTBRIDGE”


Now we are here, in time and space, experiencing a moment unfold, then we are gone to our next destination. We are tourists seeing only what time allows. Then we go home and the world goes on, changing each moment. Yet we dare hope for things that last in this world that begins and endsContinue reading “TRANSIENTS”

BROKEN (a Quadrille)

Dreams exploding like detonated bombs – that’s the sound of our prayer. Tears cannot fall fast enough to drown our pains – could they be the rain coaxing kindness to life or the glue patching broken pieces with gold. We are wounded and we soldier on. For DVerse Poets’ Quadrille prompt – Sound The photoContinue reading “BROKEN (a Quadrille)”


  Sugar comes back to our kitchen on Holy Saturdays after a forty day absence. It feeds the yeast that leavens the dough for our favorite Easter treat, Philadelphia Sticky Buns. My husband carefully kneads the rising dough and leaves it on a covered bowl to double. Then it will be kneaded again preparatory toContinue reading “LEAVENED BREAD”


I will open the day like a present waiting under the Tree on Christmas morn and with eager heart behold each moment I will open the day like a present impressed with the giver’s thought and good intent Though routine would soon have its magic shorn I will open the day like a present waitingContinue reading “I WILL OPEN THE DAY”

IF ONLY (WPC: Solitude)

“We live, in fact, in a world starved for solitude, silence, and private: and therefore starved for meditation and true friendship.” ~ C.S. Lewis Somewhere in the day, between duties and daydreams Solitude awaits to dispense her blessings – a book of introduction to people I would never have known, words in a jumble wishingContinue reading “IF ONLY (WPC: Solitude)”

THE LAST LEAF (A Quadrille)

I’m the last leaf in the tree why was I chosen to be alone where’s the joy in mornings getting colder and darker or in robin’s songs getting fainter and fainter That I’m a survivor means nothing when each breath only delays the inevitable DVerse Poets’ Quadrille #21 – Breath


I want to hear Silence winding its way in the crowd picking up the noise and zipping them in his bag. I would like to hear him sing in the treetops and on the ground accompanied only by birds carrying their rhythm to the clouds. I would love Silence to sit with me on theContinue reading “A MOMENT WITH SILENCE”