Monthly Archives: February 2019

February Poetry #16

…to poetry

so much more than rhyme,
metered feet and syllables
muse inspired moments in time
jumbled thoughts, scribbles
when it comes together…magical


February Poem #15

Well, I noticed that I completely lost my mind yesterday regarding the format of my fancy invented poetry form, the horatiodet, and missed the mark. I suppose I could blame it on a chocolate high, but after perusing the other offerings this month it seems I’ve missed it a few times! Apparently the horatiodet is harder to pull off than it looks! In yesterday’s case, the final line should have rhymed with the previous line, not the first. As a reminder, the horatiodet is a 5-line mini ode with a syllable count of 5-7-7-5-9 and a rhyme scheme of ababb (not ababa). At any rate, my mistake did not seem to diminish the effectiveness of the poem. But time to get back on track, no looking back, no regrets…

…to amended regrets

if i could i would

forgive myself, my mistakes,

leave the past behind, i should,

but stalled in the wake

of regret there are amends to make


February Poem #14

bitter dark or sweet,
liquid or in solid form
more than just a luscious treat
it’s really food porn
one taste is pure bliss, endorphin steeped


February Poem #13

…to retirement

it is a pipe dream
to believe retirement’s
for working class fools like me
only top percent
elites will live the lives we have dreamt


So…I was perusing an online newsfeed and came upon an article that was titled, “What It Costs to Retire Comfortably in Every State”. I knew I should have just scrolled on by. But nooooo. I had to have a look. According to the numbers I should expect to spend more than I am currently earning per year for every year I am retired. And of course have a retirement nest egg of over $1 Million in the bank. Needless to say, I am never going to be able to afford to retire comfortably. If I do manage to downsize and outlive my menagerie of pets, I should be able to survive at least. If republicans manage to take back control and eliminate Medicare and Medicaid in the next several years, retirement will be out of the question. How a country cares for its young and the elderly, the most vulnerable, minorities and the disabled, says a lot about who they are. This is who we are. And I know I’m not alone. The older I get the less afraid I am of death. But retirement? That scares the crap out of me!

Tanka Tuesday #123

we are the
essence of longing,
fragile hearts,
for hints that we are worthy
of love’s ecstasy


A Shadorma for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge – Synonyms Only, Prompt Words, Meaning (essence, hint, worth) & Passion (longing, heart, love, ecstasy).

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