I am From {a #poem}

I am From {a #poem}

I am from doughboy pools and homemade Barbie houses from Huffy bikes and Helms Bakery donuts. I am from three sisters to a room and broad green bermuda lawns. I am from bright sandy beaches and weeping willows whose drooping green sheltered me from California’s...

Writer’s Break {a #poem}

I’ve been awash in words of late, missing out on the wind waving through steel branches, blue and white sky. Eyes too crowded to take note of the weather which goes on without me, whether I watch it or not. A glance through the dining room glass speaks loudly in...

Writing Down the Bones {a #poem}

Something has been said about “writing down the bones” which sounds like a good practice if you’re learning anatomy. But the first time I heard the phrase, I thought it was “writing down the poems,” So I am. Writing down the poems moving...

I’ve Been Asking {a #poem}

I’ve been asking Jesus,  because He said I could (ask) about a Five Year Plan– like a plannable annuity with a guaranteed return on my investment. As if…. as if a sure answer for my tomorrows would bring me peace today. He whispers instead...

Bird Seed–Twitter Poems

Tweetspeak Poetry, the fullsome webspace curated by the gifted LL Barkat, was borne out of Twitter poems, concise lines of poetry confined to 140 characters. Note: these were written before Twitter allowed a whole 280 characters. Many lines are responses to photo...

What the Birds Say-A Winter Poem

You could say (and you would be correct) the mottled, colorless sky leaves one bereft of brightness this time of year. You could say (see above) the empty, lifeless branches are dull, dormant gray/brown slender swords against said mottled sky. You could say (well, you...