Category Archives: Poetry

ohhhh spring

ohhhh spring

they are here
the bluebirds,
phoebes, wrens


and the robins,
tree swallows too
on warm zephyrs
come to announce


to rouse us at dawn
to taste the first drops
of sweet, sweet nectar
crooning songs that all
lovers know by heart


Happy First Day of Spring!🌷🌷🌷

breath less

breath less

it’s the wind’s


of heaven sent
challenging me
to bend, not break
to dance with grace


about standing ground
more about letting
go…the fear, the pain
until all that’s left
is my soul, washed clean


Really enjoying the Cadae poetry form. Peace to you on this lovely day! 💞

yeah but

ima jus gonna leave this here. not sayin’ i told you so…but yeah…
yeah but…

when you said
I’m crazy


it will never
happen, you said
it’s just about
saving babies


the ugly truth is
they don’t care about
babies or children
or you…it’s power
they crave…and your soul


Caught the news yesterday…bad idea 😖

spring dance

spring dance

around me
blushes green


trembles softly
there in the wings
even as frost
blankets the loam


darling daffodils,
peepers and bluebirds
sing your happy songs
winter’s end is near
and spring won’t be long


As busy as I have been this year with work and caretaking, I could not let Pi Day pass without giving a new Pi inspired poetry form a go! It’s called a Cadae and incorporates the first 5 digits (3.1415). See the details below:

There are two styles of Cadae. (I chose the second style for today.)

1. strophic, written in 5 strophes of fixed but varied length.
S1 - 3 lines
S2 - 1 line
S3 - 4 lines
S4 - 1 line
S5 - 5 lines

2. Incorporating a syllabic element to the strophes in style #1.
S1 - 3 lines with 3 syllables per line
S2 - 1 line with 1 syllable in the line
S3 - 4 lines with 4 syllables per line
S4 - 1 line with 1 syllable in the line
S5 - 5 Lines with 5 syllables per line

the forest for the trees

the forest for the trees

I know they’re there
the golden hillside
the mountain vista
the endless blue sky
the sun
my memory
serves me well..
they’re there
but for today
heaven enfolds me
in her cool, damp cocoon
to savor the moment
to breathe, to sigh
to notice the trees
for the forest


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