Saturday, February 23, 2019

Bend, My Town

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

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

Cheers to Life

For Wild Woman and the Toads


Cheers to Life

This poem is not the end
This poem is a beginning
This poem is a celebration

This poem accepts that life is fragile
Not willing to cash in
Not yet ~ if she has any say
Adventures galore, waiting beyond the horizon
This poem is not the end

This poem is a beginning
Aware after a life altering event
There is a tomorrow, embraces it
With a broad smile, outstretched arms
This poem is a beginning

This poem is a celebration
Of weddings, babies, graduations, anniversaries
This poem wants it all
This poem is a determined little girl
This poem is a celebration

This poem is not the end
This poem is a beginning
This poem is a celebration

Saturday, February 9, 2019

One Singular Sensation


One singular sensation
Every little step they take
Strutting their showgirl bodies
Cool as cucumbers, no distractions

“Eat your hearts out
You can’t have us”

One singular sensation
Every little step they take
Eyes fixed straight ahead
Professionals strutting their stuff

“Eat your hearts out
You can’t have us”

One singular sensation
Every little step they take
Obvious at twenty paces
Untouchable, elegant, classy

“Eat your hearts out
You can’t have us”

Saturday, January 19, 2019


This image of my family and Ms. Mary Oliver's words 
have anchored the bottom of my blog home page 
for what seems like an eternity ....

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

i have eschewed 
the straight, the narrow 
and trust i have inspired the same
in you

Sunday, January 13, 2019

Hollow Haiku

A need to return
To an age of innocence
Was it ever real

Their words feel hollow
Posturing at its lowest
Falling on deaf ears

My core feels hollowed
Like Sleepy Hollow pumpkin 
When will it all end

Hollow words fake news
Our nation topsy-turvy
Who do we believe

Saturday, January 5, 2019


I feel an ache deep, deep
inside these old cold bones
my frame lists in the wind 
like the hull of a yacht
though i no longer consider myself  
lounging on-deck with with the tanned and toned  
more like dinghy-worthy 
pasty white, wrinkled and crinkled 
tossed about here, there everywhere
on a cloudy frost-covered morning

Happy New Year!

Friday, December 14, 2018

Good, Bad, Ugly

Dear Toads:

Ms. Monroe chooses a relative unknown to co-star in next film!

(my) Revelation (a funny)

Howdy, hello
Want you to know
I’m over it all
Ignoring the call
Kardashian, Swift
You get my drift
Who really cares
Who really dares
Admit they‘re impressed
With them and the rest
Where they buy food
Photos half nude
Media fawns
I stifle yawns
The way that I feel
Just keeping it real

Monday, December 10, 2018

Calm Before The Storm

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

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


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
fresh air and rivers

unspoiled and clean

green means renewal
harmony .. life
absence of malice
conflict and 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
sweet place where I thrive

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


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


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



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


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
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

no thunder
no flash of light
falling rain
the soundtrack

lost whispers 
muffled moans 
under a tree

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