Waiting for Mother

black hair wafting like mist  smelling of peaches and lust and drunken pink play she pole vaults over the sun dreams fluffing in her eyes fingers trailing whispery puffs Goddess, music, shadow I pant like a dog for her water I love this painting seen on the Women’s Art Twitter this morning. Thought I’d use … More Waiting for Mother

NaPoWriMo Day 25

As I Sit in SpringSunday, mid-morningand finally it’s not rainingthe wind is silent but for occasional sighsand flutters throughcurtains of greenApril is stretchingand so am I Both of us pushingthe grey awayletting lightwarm our days Prompt via The Wombwell Rainbow Art by Kerfe Roig

NaPoWriMo Day 22

Patience Fallow days find me watching Monty Don, his busy hands digging, pulling, planting – and dreams of zucchini (corgettes!),squash, and chili’s dance in my head. Every vegetable and flower that might grow in my hot, humid climate gets a notation in my notebook while I find myself thinking in British-eze. But in my life … More NaPoWriMo Day 22

NaPoWriMo Day 21

Kiss Redux I need dusk ‘til dawn to turn my world particular I want extra time to talk dirty to be flirty to maybe have a good time To dance my world particular * This wee verse is a found poem created from the lyrics to “Kiss” by Prince. Today is the anniversary of his … More NaPoWriMo Day 21

NaPoWriMo Day 18

Simple Things Give Me Pause When the milk curdles in my coffee I make tea instead. It’s warm amber slips down my throat like mamma tucking in my sleeping body. Pink and blue china flowers fit perfectly in my palm, dance ring-around-the-rosy in my memory of forgotten voices heard only in dreams, blurry faces tied … More NaPoWriMo Day 18

NaPoWriMo Day 15

Neither Fully Land or Fully Sea Shell-inlaid shrines Rich wetlands gone polluted, paved Sneakers and iPhones walk surreal and dangerous Wave buffeted plastic eat the beach Picture a shuttered ecosystem A catalog of loss Shells growing scarcer the sacred buried the beloved plumbed * This poem is an erasure poem but my printer is acting … More NaPoWriMo Day 15

NaPoWriMo Day 12

Froth & Feathers Remember how the mist fell, a veil floating from the sky’s crown, the sea reaching up, up, up – a meeting of waters? You said There is no horizon, no distance, only the here and now. And it was true, the sea and the air mingling, salt and oxygen drifting into our … More NaPoWriMo Day 12

Thursday Doors

I’ve been enjoying the Thursday Doors photo challenge for several years via Manja, my online friend. Manja is a wonderful photographer based in Italy by way of Slovenia and her posts are so interesting. In addition to photos, she writes about her life which includes her dog, Bestia, poetry, and posts great music videos. Well, … More Thursday Doors