Sep 11, 2012

We Chalk-Marks

I took this sunset picture from my balcony tonight. Many thoughts went through my mind today, including our indelible drive as Americans to keep pressing on. These contrails from airpanes that had passed inspired me. I hope they inspire you.

Submitted to ABC Wedesday for the letter I, which means INDELIBLE to me today. Despite the Impermanence of these contrails, they bring Inspiration.


We chalk-marks cross the
Bluest skies, we gleam, dissolve
Leave pretty trails.

Sep 3, 2012

A Man In White Briefs


A man in white briefs
grills his mid-day meal in
nothing else but socks!

Spotted at the the highrise next door.

May 31, 2012

We Two Butterflies


We two butterflies
flit together sun-bright wings
sustained by nectar!

Apr 11, 2012

i mourn

Submitted to Haiku-Heights' haiku-a-day April challenge. I hope to join in often. Today's prompt is "possible."


i mourn the loss of

not just you but all the


Mar 20, 2012

The Letter J

It's been forever since i've popped out to see my friends at ABC Wednesday, who celebrate a new letter each week. i've been through a lot this past year, which has brought me closer to God. Prayer can bring great comfort, especially at the times you feel there's nothing else you can do.

this isn't a religious site (obviously!) but i still want to share what J means to me. : )


i've gotten closer
to simply rest in Jesus
and patiently wait

Mar 6, 2012

Hard Work


 Hard work for aging
eyes to pluck the strands our
unravelling fate

Written for Haiku-Heights and the prompt of "fate." This turned out differently than I thought (a bit more morbid), though I like how it feels to have layers of meaning. Enjoy.

Mar 5, 2012

You Are Just...


You are just like a 
cigarette fun hot to hold
bad for my insides.

Feb 21, 2012

Tired of Slow Play

Tired of slow play
i long to push my chips and
declare i'm all in!

Feb 14, 2012

Getting So Good


Getting so good as
my own Valentine the gifts
are impeccable!

Jan 13, 2012

Real Men Don't Smell Like Flowers

real men don't smell like flowers
they are twigs and leaves
the wind
fresh dug earth
broken in leather
and saltwater dried to the skin!

This poem is a "double fib," if you will. It uses 8, 5 3, 2 and 1 syllables (a reverse fib) followed by 1, 2, 3, 5 and 8 (a typical fib). Submitted to Jingle's Poetry Rally! Happy Rally!

I started this poem after I wrote the June 2011 haiku "Quit Using." I didn't realize at the time that I'd end up writing a love poem to men everywhere! I hope you enjoy.

Jan 10, 2012

Be Love

A fib poem (American experimental haiku) using 1, 1, 2, 3, 5 and 8 syllables. Each line is the sum of the previous 2 lines (e.g., 3 + 5 = 8). Fibs begin with an unseen 0, which is why the first two lines have 1 syllable each. They follow the Fibonacci sequence in math.

Submitted to Jingle Poetry at The Gooseberry Garden! Happy Picnic!

Be loved
Be ready
Grab sweet gifts of love
Be wondrously overflowing!

Jan 4, 2012

Perfecting Naughty

Using the three-word prompt of naughty, tactic, zenith. Submitted to Three Word Wednesday!

Perfecting Naughty
We take turns to the zenith
Uncovered tactics