Use up all 5 Candy Crush lives trying to beat that one level you still haven’t beat (and probably never will). Notice that you have a friend on Facebook who doesn’t look at all familiar. Vaguely wonder who friended who. Spend two hours looking through their photos trying to determine if you ever knew this… Continue reading Saturday To-do List
WordPress sent me a little congrats this week- it seems I have hit the one year mark for my blog. For a woman known for her strong starts and little to no follow-through, this is a serious accomplishment. In one year, I’ve been so blessed by this platform from which to share my writing. I’ve… Continue reading Something to Celebrate!
You strode in yesterday armored, snapping the door shut behind you and dropped your hot stones of indignation into my empty lap. Uttered pronouncements, never again, not in my presence. So sure of your solid stance, feet rooted down deep, Clasped hands scarcely restraining each other Carefully controlled concrete modulation Crafted to warn of a simmering core.… Continue reading Civil War
I’m not asking for much Just a piddlin’ little poem Just a few bitty words to string together That ring triumphant as battle cry And paint the world a vivid new hue Just a few bitty words to string together That wring giggles from their lips And pendulous tears from their eyes Just a few bitty words… Continue reading Petitioning the Muse
My storybook changeling, aching for flight’s freedom You wish for fairy’s wings Turnabout and dream of the sea’s cool embrace ’round a silver-scaled tail. Yet, neither wind nor water has quenched your coals of innate soul-fire Phoenix girl born from the smoldering ashes of a mother’s final flame Lips the color of blood smeared across… Continue reading Phoenix Girl
To Lex-o, I would have written you a poem some day but a birthday calls for rush delivery. You turned fifteen yesterday, caught in cusp, our bitter-sweet, our tender-fierce Amidst the giggles of sisters, born and borrowed, surrounding you, tender-fierce. You growl, chest deep and throaty, warning this agressive world, leave me be… Continue reading Tender-Fierce: A Poem for Lexi
There are mornings where my pen is a hammer My keyboard a chisel, my mind a blueprint My words sturdy bricks, constructing cities But this morning, my pencil was a useless tool I could not pull width from wraith-like page I failed to build you an ivy encrusted castle Where you’d rule in purple as queen No… Continue reading Flat