Published inLiterary Impulse·23 hours agoMember-onlyIt Can’t Get Much Greener Than ThisA cinquain poem — Rose scent, the buzz of bumblebees their joyful, comic, bouncing flight the rain has ended, here comes heat can’t get much greener, now we might not see more perfect days than these. Still no mosquito bites at night though soon we’ll feel their tiny feet and as I prop that rusted gate think…Poetry3 min readPoetry3 min read
Published inThe Daily Cuppa·6 days agoMember-onlyWe Needed A Rainy Day This MaySunday sonnet — Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published inDancing Elephants Press·May 25Member-onlyFeel the Springtime in the Garden AirA poem for DEP Weekly Prompt 30 of 52 at Dancing Elephants Press. — I love this springtime in the garden air. Don’t want to leave this spot and go inside. I love these dandelions. I do declare. No need to pull them. It’s not justified. Unwanted plant’s a weed if grown too long. Long after the whisper of last winter wins when land is…Dancingelephantspress3 min readDancingelephantspress3 min read
Published inThe Daily Cuppa·May 21Member-onlyThe Air Sure Smells Nice Out HereSunday sonnet — Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published inScuzzbucket·May 17Member-onlyOur Sun’s Rays Warm a Cold HeartA poem — Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published inThe Daily Cuppa·May 14Member-onlyA Warm Week Makes Quite the DifferenceSunday sonnet — Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published inThe Lark·May 13Member-onlyThis Tooth Was A Relic Torn AsunderA poem — I know that’s my tooth. No, It’s the damn truth! I remember getting it pulled out and these little details there about. A bonsai tree’s beautiful fired clay pot in frosted glass walled waiting room off dark mall concourse entrance near the parking lot in nineteen eighties kind of office…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Published inThe Daily Cuppa·May 7Member-onlyThunder on this Day in Early MaySunday sonnet — Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published inScuzzbucket·May 5Member-onlyAt a Small Waterlily Pond In SpringAn alexandrine poem — A bullfrog slept so deep, far down below the sludge in waterlily pond, beneath last winter’s ice. It swims so very slow, but who am I too judge through silence of this underwater paradise. Male silver maple flowers often hang down limp. Those drained of pollen fall, then float until they’re stuck. Reflective water lies. Far…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published inThe Daily Cuppa·Apr 30Member-onlyWake With Buzzing Bees and Pear FlowersSunday sonnet — Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
