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i see things
things no one else can see
and i hear voices, audible, clear
as clear as i am speaking to you this moment
‘they have medication,’ you whisper
to silence the voices.’
if you knew
what it is like to be
just a tad twisted, you’d want it too
this superpower…to plunge into the abyss
to emerge free, illuminated
having slept with the muse
her kisses
sweet as honey, boiling
singeing you from your core to your skin
through your veins, from beating heart, excruciating,
electricity’s spark pulsating
to finger tips, burning
write it down
it takes madness, a touch,
to see the world as I do…listen
can you hear the rose petals laughing, leaves trembling?
oh, nothing compares to lunacy
keep your medication
leave me be.


A Triquain Swirl (3-6-9-12-9-6-3-6-…etc) for Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt: This week’s focus is super powers.

Details! Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 22 April 2018

Details, details…please don’t be bothered by them in this week’s reverse. It all sounds so gloomy and doomy, but those are just the facts, ma’am. I get it. But the bottom line? If the first 4/5ths of this weave don’t swallow you in the details, you’ll make it to my unsinkable mantra. Always the optimist, and why the hell not. We might as well make the best of it (my it, your it, the it’s, of course may, and do, vary). That is to say again, for the record, be kind, most of all to yourself. Go gently into the coming week!

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 22 April 2018

latticed burst of crimson
I’ll write it for you in blood / worm-feed in an unmarked grave
carnage marks its path
to blame for its untimely end
flowers; withering, death
What’s left of it
red danger on display,
burning those who get too close…
cried myth
I wonder what will become of us?
far from dandy, indeed, blown to hell
nomadic, wind riders
receiving a rose
mean rain, or so you’d guess,
sometimes, when I dream
ballads, wild psychedelic trips, mania, decades
though stormy clouds may loom, life is good
it’s an odd coupling
history will prove it when less is at stake
roots planted, shallowly


A 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 ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.

Florescence Day 21

bonsai, Chinese elm tree
roots planted, shallowly
soil, pebbles, and peat, micro-sized


For Jane’s Day 21 Florescence. A few hours late. Was traveling today.

Florescence Day 20

dogwood trees are in bloom
petals, bright, chase the gloom
though stormy clouds may loom, life is good


Florescence Day 20 for Jane Dougherty’s Daily Poetry Challenge. Today a look up the street of my neighborhood…at the dogwood blooming. My favorite tree along with the Magnolia. Have a happy Friday everyone!

Burning – NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 20

it turns out we were right to burn
our bras in 1968; to let our ta-tas fly
free… 2018 science has determined our
lymph nodes need a break from hard-wired
push up constriction, elastic straps and
…alas we are justified, no longer
chided for those days of our restless
discontent over corrupt leaders, the
establishment, unjust wars (our friends were
dying), our love of free love, pot and folk
ballads, wild psychedelic trips, mania, decades
of mad hazy memories, idealistic musings, we got
a few things right, the bra thing at least, except,
I still wear one every day, clogging, constricting my
lymphs, ignoring science, I’m rebellious that way,
it’s a habit, like flossing, not to mention
the true reason for burning them, and the
fact that no bras were actually burned or harmed,
but a metaphor…a mantra, “Let’s judge
ourselves as people”…
it turns out
we were right to burn then…
we’re still burning


My rebellion poem for NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 20, prompt: write a poem that involves rebellion in some way. I am most comfortable with rhyming metered verses and lines. Testing out free verse, and what I consider to be streaming consciousness…I hope it doesn’t come off as rambling. Though it is not necessarily a bad thing to ramble. It might grow on me. 🙂


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