Sunday, July 31, 2011



I weed my way across the desert
footstep after dragging footstep
hisses and rattles pierce my ears
sprout fear in my nervous heart
vision of a fortress appears distant
hope revives I struggle onward
unseen holy voices jangle nerves
do they signal death or life
image of the fortress splinters

This poem was written for The Sunday Whirl.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Private Eye

Private Eye

Gild cast by sun
on scattered clouds
curtains whir, twist
day's last breeze
night blinks down
reprehensible deeds
are a marvel to behold
as I scan your dossier

Sunday wordl: rendered, reprehensible, gild, scattered, marvel, cast, blink, clouds, whir, twist, scan, curtains

Wednesday, July 6, 2011


In the Midst of Sorrow

She's gone
levitated off that black runway

Monday, July 4, 2011


wordl prompts: fading, flew, hurtles, limbs, clears, toss, siren, turned, reaching, fresh, flecks, flossed

Flecks of fading light toss glints
on flossed milkweed reaching
for last rays, siren sun's bed  
turned down fresh for dreams
heron flew west toward rookery
clears hurtles, limbs unscathed