The Moon

The moon glows in your eyes tonight

as we dance and spin, layers of

inhibitions will fall away

a steady drum beat of desire.


Enveloped by darkness and limbs

the moon glows in your eyes tonight,

slides along satin promises

that will keep until tomorrow.


For now, we won’t consider if

sun beams will hold the same truths while

the moon glows in your eyes tonight.

We’ll float on stars and make believe.


Bared souls grip the sky, pull it down

shake the earth as it rises and

sets each moment ablaze because

the moon glows in your eyes tonight.


NaPoWriMo Day 30 – Write about something that happens again and again.

Last day of NaPoWriMo, but not the last day of poeming!  I’d planned to pen something short and sweet for today.  Maybe a cinquain or haiku, but then I started looking at poetic forms and found the quatern.  I couldn’t help myself. I had to give it a try.  Several hours later, this is my attempt.

Poetic Asides – Take the phrase “The (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem.


Into the Sea

I’ll fling my love into the sea

quell any demons that come between

these waves that we ride

mysterious and wild

our love is never ending.

I’ll fling my love into the sea

its depth a raging beast

wicked thirst and hunger

your spell that I’m under

drown out the agony

I’ll fling my love into the sea.


NaPoWriMo Day 29 – Find a concrete noun in one of your favorite poems. Free-write associations for that word.  Use your original word and your free-writing results to write a new poem.  I chose “Annabel Lee”, one of my favorite poems by Edgar Allan Poe, and the concrete noun was sea.

Taste of a Poem

Sometimes they come slowly

and sometimes in a rambling rush

a bittersweet melding

of words painted with a brush

I lift my favorite glass

thoughts warm against my lips

there’s nothing like that pesky pest

of a hiccup to make you wince

crack open another bottle

marinate these poems for hours

sit and hope they don’t turn into

festoons of pages gone sour.


NaPoWriMo Day 27 – explore your sense of taste.

Poetic Asides – Use at least 3 of the following 6 words in your poem:

pest, crack, ramble, hiccup, wince, festoon.




clouds 4.27.17

There was a young girl in the clouds

whose dancing could draw in the crowds

but her head did get stuck

she wasn’t much on luck

for straight into a storm she plowed.


dVerse – At the pub today Frank is the host

where the limerick challenges most

come sit down for a while

sharing some wit and style

as for me, my brain is now toast.



Lost and Found

A leather bound journal

for all its dirt and dust and decay

appears suitable for recovering whatever’s inside

crack it open to find

a foundation for pressed flowers,

worried corners of dreams,

water-stained wishes,

faded photos of smiling faces, and

inked words crisscrossed with

sudden bursts of self doubt.

A record of ramblings and remembrance.


NaPoWriMo Day 26 – Explore an object or place from the point of view of a far-off future scientist.



Personal Library

Double doors lead to other worlds

a hush among a thousand voices

pad along wooden floors

peaceful in its controlled chaos.

Cinnamon and leather permeate the air

fingertips on weathered spines

long legs fold into a perfect chair

taste the ink on your lips, in your mind.

The crinkle of pages falls away

between dawn’s bright chirps

and the wrinkle of sun fading

straight past darkened shadows

to the sanctuary of words

that are awaiting.


NaPoWriMo Day 25 – Explore a small, defined place.