No Complaints

If I called today bliss I’d be remiss It’s Monday, after all The weekend had the gall To end far too early Leaving me feeling surly Yet I shan’t complain There’s not a drop of rain No Texas-size flood here Praying for friends dear _______________________________...

My Award-Winning Vacation

Some might call it work, but I used five of my vacation days to prepare for and attend this conference. It didn’t feel like work at all, even though I spent most of it inside on my favorite type of bright, sunny summer days. Normally...

My Sweet Pea

I named her Bette, after Bette Davis, as a complement to Bogart. She was the best Christmas present I’ve ever received. Sometimes I called her Sweet Pea or Peeper. You’ve never met a more adorable, sweet, and perfect blond Cocker Spaniel puppy in all your...

Fear, My Foe

My adversary fueled by lies half-truths in disguise You shan’t win oh dreaded fear if I hold truth ever near My devilish foe all deceit my Advocate I’d have you meet He is Truth and the Way You shan’t win but perish this day ___________________________...

Flickering Gleam

In his eye I see a gleam A bright shining beam It appears as a flare A flash from here to there Optic oscillation Vision quivering A glimmer of a ray Sparkling scintillation At first a subtle twinkle Until it flickers and goes out _____________________________________ It’s...

An Ode to Moss Landing

I wrote this poem in the guest book at Moss Landing, Ocean Shores, Washington. I took a picture of it to keep a copy and decided to share it today for Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub. ________________________ An Ode to Moss Landing, June...

Breaking the Rules

It’s not about mercy if your destination is Alcatraz It’s not about rehabilitation if you’ve ended up here on the Rock Don’t plan to escape if you try the dig, dash, and dive you won’t be eating shark dinner in San Fran by nightfall You’ll...

A Storm of Doubt

Doubt blows through a dust-devil of uncertainty clouding my judgment It’s hard to recognize the truth in the storm To believe the evidence right in front of my face One does not become a contest finalist if one cannot write Still self-doubt rages on _____________________________________...

I’m a Double Finalist

I’m so excited! I entered a poem in the Published Poetry category and my memoir in the Unpublished Memoir category of the Oregon Christian Writers Cascade Writing Contest this year. The deadline to enter was March 31 and I’ve been on pins and needles ever...