Monday, December 10, 2018

Calm Before The Storm




she poses 
trance-like 
high above the clouds
and problems vanish
carried away on the wings
of birds 



Sunday, December 9, 2018

Bend, My Town


~ the word puente means bridge in Spanish, 
this poetic form features a one-line bridge between two stanzas ~

For the Toads


Pinterest, Jill Rosell, Bend Oregon


Jaime Weatherford, Bend Oregon



from a different perspective,
underbelly of a bridge
spanning the Deschutes

 { pay attention to the magic }

of water’s reflection,
the rainbow of colors
bouncing off trusses





Thursday, December 6, 2018

Missing Them, Still


For this challenge, write about change and the wistful sadness around that change. Be brief - no more than 150 words.  Try to write in the Japanese style of brevity and minimal description.  



1948 Ralph & Ona


no need for clocks
no need for watches
death comes on its own time frame
like a thief in the night
stealing your most precious possessions

Friday, November 23, 2018

I Love You





infinity exists between the darkness and dawn
night is falling
soft, pierced by the beating of our hearts
in sync, an S.O.S.
through shadows, across oceans 
a signal to one another 

I love you, I love you

a signal to one another 
through shadows, across oceans
in sync, an S.O.S.
soft, pierced by the beating of our hearts
night is falling
infinity exists between the darkness and dawn




Saturday, November 10, 2018

My Pine Now


Cherita is a six-line poem in three stanzas. First stanza is one line, second stanza two lines, third stanza three lines. The idea is to write a short story in six lines. 


i saved you from a gruesome death

after auctioneers took 
whatever they wanted 

leaving nothing but you in all
your spindly sparseness
and look at you now





Friday, November 2, 2018

Death

i am a little church(far from the frantic
world with its rapture and anguish)at peace with nature
-i do not worry if longer nights grow longest;
i am not sorry when silence becomes singing  
e.e. cummings



{in the style of e.e. cummings}



there is a look -though it
causes anguish I have 
watched as loved ones passed -their faces 
hopeful peaceful and 
I heard singing



Tuesday, October 23, 2018

Play Ball




Begins tonight!


When summer fun has ended
and autumn leaves begin to fall
baseball takes the center stage
~  the "greatest show of all"

Frenzied fans soon pack the stands
they scream and shout and cheer
~ time for the World Series
best games of the year

Fans keep track on scorecards
each pitch and steal and run
fifty-four outs - nine innings 
or 'till the game is done

Eyes trained on the umpire
it's three strikes and you're out!
no spit balls, scuff balls, mud balls
umps must leave no doubt

And when the games have ended
a champion has been crowned
fans know they've witnessed something
something quite profound

Sunday, October 21, 2018

Notebook(s) Poetry







Poetry for my Family
Hundreds of Poems
{ Time to begin a new book }




Sunday, September 23, 2018

Color me Green









Color Me Green


green signals go
escape and goodbye
time it is flying 
shapeshifter am I
transformed by steep mountains
forests deep green
crisp fresh air and rivers

unspoiled and clean
green means renewal
harmony .. life
an absence of malice
conflict .. strife
color me greenly
from head to my toe
carry me gently to
where the winds blow
moving and changing
I'm staying alive
green is my color
the place where I thrive
folks call me spunky
I shout and I sing
won't settle for stasis

motion’s my thing






Wednesday, August 29, 2018

Ah ~ Caprese!


 


Caprese how do I love thee
let me count the ways/cities:

A Caprese virgin in Chicago
the combo of tomatoes, basil, olive oil, mozzarella, fresh pepper and balsamic ~ hooked forever 

years passed ~ ordered my fave 'round the world 
big cities, tiny towns, small hamlets 
so many, so many variations on the
Caprese theme I lost count

and when I thought I had tasted every possible variation ~ 2016, Florence Italy

real deal, sure thing, no competition
gobbled down the all-time, hands-down
award winning Caprese

might have been the city, the dashing waiter who served me, the Chianti ~ no matter

we know what’s on the menu today








Friday, August 24, 2018

Smoke Rings



Reference point ~ the last line of an e.e. cummings poem: 
“in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems”




smoke slips a 
ring on the finger 
of the setting sun
no happily ever after
sadly an
eerie death sentence 
in summer's evening sky

Monday, August 13, 2018

Meandering




I was a crooked line
straight and narrow
 not the path I chose 

over the edge
felt a little naughty
a lot more fun 

straight and narrow
might have won the game
sealed the deal 

'twas not for me
not my cup of tea
I was a crooked line


Monday, August 6, 2018

Survival

Adolph de Meyer (1908)



beauty has lost its purpose
bent once, twice, thrice


imagine if you will
the climb uphill 


after each fall
standing tall


standing tall




Friday, August 3, 2018

Doppelgänger





Doppelgänger

see all her faces
identical it would seem
variations on a monotonous theme
which face is real
how could it be
probability exists
there are many like me









Sunday, July 29, 2018

Seaside


1959, Daytona Beach ~ Me



goldilocks fears the ocean
because she cannot see the other side
tiptoes into the surf
wonders how far is too far
 how far is not enough
how far is just right 
relieved retreat is always an option


Saturday, July 28, 2018

Whee, It's the Weekend!




In Memory of G-Man, Galen



what if
we remembered
Galen's rally cry
HAVE A KICK-ASS WEEKEND!
what if
for one weekend
we let loose
had a kick-ass weekend
stopped the sniping and back-biting
what if
we got real
had that kick-ass weekend
committed to forty-eight hours
of good will, peace and harmony
 ... can you imagine?
Galen could.




Thursday, June 7, 2018

Summer Rain ~ ryokuu

The Japanese have 50+ words for rain ~ I chose ryokuu, summer rain



image ~ pinterest



take me
in the rain
under a tree
you
me

no thunder
no flash of light
falling rain
the soundtrack

lost whispers 
muffled moans 
under a tree
you
me

Thursday, February 22, 2018

Self Talk

"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life"
Mary Oliver ~~





in the brief minutes
between darkness and sunrise
possibilities seem endless.
change my latitude, attitude  
I have grown complacent
too comfortable with routine
avoiding risk ~ rattling cages
{in a former life, my claim to fame}  
deep breaths, Helen 
follow the sun, regroup
then change again 
should it suit you 
   








Friday, February 16, 2018

Hallmark Moment





What’s a gal got to do
To score a Valentine’s treat
I've searched high and low
Up and down every street!

Nary a warm blooded male
No dude in sight
Young one - old one
A veritable blight!

So here I settle on
This old cowpoke's lap
What does that make me
A Hearts and Flowers sap!  



Sunday, February 4, 2018

Strike a Pose


                                                         Circus, Budapest, 19 May 1920 ~ Andre Kersetz                                                                                   



eyes averted
they face a wall

unable to fathom
what is happening
to their world ~~

sometimes 
ignorance is bliss



Sunday, December 24, 2017

V is for Values





values ..
many argue
on social media ~
I prefer life above the fray
I refuse to jump on board the hate train
filled with thoughtless know-it-alls who
pounce hard on anyone
with differing
values ..





Saturday, December 23, 2017

Merry Merry!

A bit of Holiday Fun!  

Enjoy ..... if you can get past the poor audio/video synch. 




Wishing everyone a joyous Holiday Season and the best New Year ~ ever!



Monday, December 11, 2017

yin and yang


A Burmese poetry form ~ Than-bauk
Three lines, four syllables each, 
R represents the ryhming word
x x x R
   x x R x
x R x x





the need to roam
far from home a
syndrome complex


feet on firm ground 
homeward bound and 
I've found my peace


much to be said
for soft bed and 
well fed stomach  





Friday, November 3, 2017

Get Listed ~ November Edition




he said his heart would be outed
his secrets exposed ..
if the world read his poems  

I encouraged him

at night, alone in my room
blinds drawn, no one near ..
I devoured his poetry

wondered how it could be
he exposed, outed
my desires, my secrets ..

lips touched
flesh pressed against flesh ..
my friend and me

the way I knew it would be




Friday, August 25, 2017

So Far Away

"So ~ you've been making love to me ten thousand miles away ~  how tantalizing"


Griffin & Sabine ~ An Extraordinary Correspondence
Nick Bantock


I see you in the morning sun
And in the moonlight's beams.
I see you on a sandy beach
And in my nightly dreams.

I hear you, touch you, taste you
My every sense you please.
I feel you all around me
In the gentle evening's breeze.