Poem: Together and Alone

I haven’t written anything lately, nor have I taken pictures… but I have enjoyed being able to spend more time with my family.  It is not that I am taking time away, but that my time is needed so much elsewhere.  My oldest is getting ready for college next year (don’t even get me started…

Portraits Poetry Series #77: Beauty Where You Least Expect It

In case you haven’t been here before, I love writing prompts – whether a list of words, one word, or even an image. With these posts, I have written poems specifically about paintings and I hope, with my words, you see the scene just as visibly in your heart and mind as if you had…

Poem: That Much Closer to Me

  I have sought strength In the tear-filled lessons. Sometimes, I have allowed them Retrace their steps Across my skin And though some May see my weakness I have never – Given in. I have learned Life Is not all sunshine And sometimes, It must rain But I have Come to appreciate The knowledge That…

Poem: It’s Not For Us to Prove Our Value

This beautiful image was snapped at the Botanic Gardens in our city.  Something about her caught my eye… both at the gardens and now, as I was writing this poem.  I hope you see it too.  Her words… Her soul…  and my, she’s a beauty!     In the space Between interactions, The stilted moments…

Poem: Waiting for the Rain

This image inspired the following words…   Waiting for the Rain   Keep the truths away From the windswept Regions of my heart For the storms have come Before… It is not something new I am accustomed To the distant rumbling Of impending thunder The darkened clouds The threat of rain – When gentle, A…

Poem: It’s Okay to Say Goodbye

  How many hours Have passed since we first met? How much joy has been celebrated And how much sorrow? But it has only been A few passing moments in time Adrift across a further span. At first, there was a smile A hello And then much later, A muted goodbye. All passing in seasons…

Poem: So They May See It

I have found a way to cloud my tears and yet exist in the unpleasantness of this decade, while wagging tongues wade the distant rivers waging wars of rhetoric. I shall only hear the sound of nature’s voice, reciting the eternal pages of her boundless poetry. Were it a blue reaching sky, a crimson glow…

They Wore a Star Over Their Hearts

  It seems so long ago, you heard the stories woven in tears in sadness. They wore a star over their hearts and their hearts were heavy, but where were the voices raised up in indignation? Where was the dissent? No, it is not for us – to speak it is not for us –…

My Damn Powerless Hands

  It is hard when you don’t know where you are going. And where you have been, is fading fast for the ties that bind us – barely lie past the wounds we carry…   There has been loss there is loss there is more loss than anyone can ever imagine and though my heart…

As Children Cried, All the Way to the Gas Chamber

Back a few years ago, I was touched when someone shared an image of a memorial created by academic sculptor professor, named Marie Uchytilová.  The images of the memorial struck me and, as usual, the words spilled over.  I don’t have the rights to share the image here, but if anyone is interested, you can…