Tag: Death

Alive and Well

A puff wafts from the doorway of the old building I scrunch up my nose at the scent, shake my head in disgust or anger perhaps is a more accurate description of my feeling I don’t smell it often in these days of indoor smoking...

Daddy Isn’t Here

Daddy isn’t here anymore He left this world before my son was born Yet I see him each day in the heart of my son The length of his arms and the smile I adore We didn’t follow Daddy to the church When he was gone...

The End and the Beginning

Over at dVerse Poets Pub today Gayle is asking us to write Japanese death poems, preferably in the tanka or haiku form (though she said we didn’t have to adhere to strict syllable counts). I decided to write a tanka, which I’ve never done before....

I’m Not Ready — Dual Dodoitsu

My first dodoitsu, a Japanese poetry form new to me that I learned earlier this week from Kanzen Sakura. I’m sharing it today for dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night #154. I’m Not Ready I am not ready for autumn at all, pumpkin spice everywhere,...

Bette, My Sweet Pea

Today is National Dog Day and so I decided to write a poem about a dog I once had. I could have written a poem about my current dog, but I’ve already written several about him, such has this one and this one. But I don’t...

Stop Throwing Stones

If you spend any time on social media and have conservative Christian friends or follow conservative Christian feeds, then no doubt you have seen numerous posts lately decrying the murder of innocent babies. Especially with the anniversary of Roe v. Wade and the release of...

The Philosophy of Choice

The prompt at dVerse Poets Pub yesterday was offered by Brian Miller, back from a 5-month break from the pub. During his absence, he took a philosophy class and so is calling us to write about philosophy, with the requirement that our poem be titled...

Monsoon of Mercy

At dVerse Poets Pub today, Abhra tells a tale of the monsoon season in India. The “prompt” for the day is fairly vague, so I drew from Abhra’s story about how the hot, dry summer is followed by the monsoon. And I tapped into the...

Slips Away

I’ve been thinking a lot about my sister Peggy lately, perhaps because her death is the subject of the first chapter of the book I’m working on. Yesterday the refrain for this Kyrielle came to me and then I finished the poem this morning. 8/20/15...

Nothing to Fear

There’s nothing to fear but fear itself and bears if you’re in Yellowstone loneliness if you’re all alone failure if your theory is flawed sickness and death if you don’t know God Yet if God is on your side there’s nothing to fear just trust...