Monthly Archives: April 2017

Forgive and Forget – NaPoWriMo 2017 #30

Forgive and Forget
(A Cleave Poem)

forgive | forget
seventy times seven | and risk repeating history
for forgiveness is a virtue | for if we ignore
we forgive | the lessons of the past
not for others | we are the ones
deserving of forgiveness | who will suffer
but we forgive | the consequences
to set ourselves free | of our arrogance
from the bonds | doomed to repeat and learn
of the offense | the hard way
so we can | again and again
forget the pain | and hopefully, forgive ourselves


NaPoWriMo 2017 #30 – a Cleave poem for this, the last prompt, to write about something that happens again and again. 

(A Cleave poem is three poems in one. Read the first “column” top to bottom; the second “column” top to bottom and finally read each line across top to bottom.)

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 30 April 2017

It’s been another interesting week. They’re all interesting in their own way, don’t you think? That’s what is so great about living and life. Stuff happens. We get distracted and busy and sidelined but the clock keeps ticking. Each moment gone in a moment never to return and we barely notice their passing. How sad is that?

Moments. What does one make of them if one even notices them at all? What makes them so special? You don’t have to answer. I’m just thinking out loud. (Or writing it out, as it were).

What I do know about moments is that when I am able to notice one, I breathe a little deeper, I often smile to myself, and I am overcome with a sense of wonder. It’s like the feeling you get when you witness a magic trick and all you can say (or think) is “Wow”. And then it’s gone. Just like that. Oh, there is another moment in the wings ready to be; ready to dazzle you, but it is not the same. Nothing compares to the moment you just had a moment with.

I’ve had a few of those kinds of moments this week. I’m having one right now, now that I think about it. Like fireflies in a jar, they pulse pale yellow-green and eventually fade. Fireflies aren’t meant to live in jars any more than moments are meant to be saved from dying. But that’s the beauty of it…and the wonder.

So savor the moment when you can. Let it warm you, inspire you, then set it free. There will be new moments to have a moment with, in the blink of an eye, in fact. I promise.

Peace, love and moments to you!

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 30 April 2017

each moment is a gift
If there is a message, what could it be?
Only once
fill jelly jars with fireflies
greyscale just won’t do
I think it’s time we got reacquainted.
what wonders do you behold?
slow, smoldering burn
…ultimately undone
what are you whispering for?
wispy pastel clouds of sweet fluff
demand to be
honey and tobacco tinged
in a loopy sort of way
include peaches and cherries
the fish are dying
my heart…it is ferocious
there is no stronger force than an empowered “miss”



A shi sai or ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the shi sai features the words of one writer,providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.

Nevermore – NaPoWriMo 2017 #29

Should the stomachs of poor children groan
for each deserves love and a comfortable home;
the freedom to be without cruel sticks and stones.

Should the drumbeats of conflict and war
send our young, future’s promise, to settle the score
of cowardly men who want more and more.

Should the outcast and poor refugee
be loathed and abused, for they deserve to be
welcomed, embraced in community.

Should the old, forgotten, infirmed,
be denied the respect that they’ve rightfully earned.
They’ve lessons to teach if we’ll listen and learn.

Should women be ignored or dismissed
as the weaker of sexes, for I’ll tell you this…
there is no stronger force than an empowered “miss”.

Should we idolize power and spew
our poisonous plans for a cold selfish few
while the rest of us scrape along just to make do.


Now you may think I am being naive
to think things might change if we’d all just believe.
Well I can imagine, that’s what dreamers do.
I know that eventually dreams do come true.
So I hope for a day when our troubles are few;
when the word nevermore is a word never used.


NaPoWriMo 2017 #29 – a poem based on a word from one of my favorite poems by Edgar Allen Poe…The Raven…Nevermore.

Life Force – Magnetic Poetry Saturday

I embrace the growl

that haunts me from

the darkness of 

my heart…it is ferocious 

desire and longing…the

will to live and go on.


Dead Fish – A Haiku

photo by Clay Knight via Unsplash

the fish are dying
their ecosystem poisoned
you know we are next


A Haiku for Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge based on the photo by Clay Knight via Unsplash.

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