Tucked in the woods, by an abandoned rural road, a little old cemetery lies.  About fifty weathered gravestones rise from the wildflower and grass-covered ground.  Nobody visits the place.  After all, the most recent gravestone was placed in the early 1900’s. However, when Memorial Day comes, new flags fly in the graveyard, specifically by theContinue reading “MEMORIAL”


Love comes softly like a leaf in the wind Have you the time to linger and listen to the whisperings of a heart, waking to the beauty it once only imagined? Have you the time to linger and listen In the simplest gestures, love is speaking. To the beauty it once only imagined, the soulContinue reading “LOVE COMES SOFTLY”


~~~~ Once upon a mirror I asked this question – “Do I look beautiful?” Caught off-guard, it replied, “Is this a trap, dear Matron?” Still it obliged, showed a face one with grey head and facial lines “That could not be me!” I said. “How can you possibly lie?” I have plumper lips and rosierContinue reading “WOMAN IN THE MIRROR”


  The mind is the womb where poems die making the soul an eternal lamentation exorcising the scent of death. From the mouth blooms a song, others may call sweet though its underbelly harbors a bitter taste. Hands wave conjuring art, deconstructed some would say “it’s grotesque.” Sooner than soon voices chorus “who’s to judge?”Continue reading “A MEDITATION ON A TRUTH”


Silence is the sanctuary of my soul. It is the shell that turns sand into a pearl. Within its confines, words lose meaning and become the ripples that disturb the serene surface. How lovely is this silence. How fragile is the stillness. I hide and burrow deeper in its comforts. From within, I see theContinue reading “AN ANATOMY OF SILENCE”


  Fly high, young bird. Your hour has come. Let fall a feather to remember you by – free and exultant in the summer skies. Faith be on your wings, and perseverance, too favorable winds will not always be for you Forge ahead though fear engulfs your heart fortune kisses him who does not giveContinue reading “FLEDGLING”


Pebbles and cobbles pinecones and sticks, these are treasures a little boy keeps. He would teeter and totter walking forested paths, he holds them more tightly closer to his heart. Then, at night, before he sleeps he counts the treasures his little heart keeps. The poem is inspired by my boys who love to pickContinue reading “TREASURES”


  I give you my heart Where you can always be home Wherever you go I sing you a lullaby Calling Heaven to your soul Burn into my heart A picture of this moment I am wrapped in love Whatever my future brings Your image, I remember ~~~~ Linking with DVERSE’ SOUL GAZING Prompt.