Tag: Poetry

My Mother Dear

I buried my mother in my journal in red ink with large angry letters that accused her of dying on purpose just to spite me I buried my mother in the Firehole River at Yellowstone among the towering green trees with eagles soaring above leaving...

Tadpoles and Broken Hearts

I believe there are three sides to every story I believe puppies with puppy kisses and wagging tails I believe the sun, except when it lies I believe 1986 and 1995, but not 1978 I believe suffering reveals grace and beauty I believe suffering causes...

Embrace the Unsafe Life

Deep water holds the thrill of grand adventure and the potential for grievous suffering One mustn’t place the two upon the scale of life and act according to the balance thereof Instead flee the safety of the harbor and embark on your noble destiny _______________________________...

Food for the Hungry

Salty crisp potato chips tantalize my tongue because Ruffles have ridges but mostly Ruffles have flavor and they fill my belly already stuffed and bloated My stomach is fat My soul is lean Cold creamy Cherry Garcia swirls my taste buds slides down my throat...

A Quadrille of Qs

Quiet all around from the quarterdeck I spied the quick quillback I heard a quack Saw a quark and a quist quickly glide away My phone camera rolled but quonk querked the video and it quit The great Quarterback above chuckled at my quest _____________________________________...

To Know and Be Known

The warm earth beneath my feet trembles with knowledge of our Creator We have this in common, the earth and me, the One who knows us and desires to be known Sometimes I forget Him Forget I am His beloved The earth never does _____________________________________...

Unseen Things — Other People’s Thoughts

The Poetics prompt at dVerse Poets Pub yesterday was to write about unseen things that nonetheless exist. My first thought was to write about angels or God, but that seemed too predictable for me. Then last night I was at my critique group, sitting quietly...

Wedding Flowers

I gave the florist clear instructions My wedding bouquet was to include White roses — I am worthy of you Blue carnations — yes, no, maybe? White daisies — innocence The perfect bouquet To greet the guests To adorn the altar Alas, she got it wrong Or maybe she was right...

The Joshua Tree

The desert dry, the bitter heat Home sweet home to prickly pear Lizards striped and scorpions mean A climate only the strong can bear King of them all, the Joshua Tree A reminder of Who watches and cares Waters the landscape with His tears As...