in November

November

tumbling autumn leaves

cobalt sky

we linger

stretching out the time we have

before darkness falls

- A Shadorma poem written for Writer's Digest 2025 November PAD Chapbook Day 11

whirling

the world and life

has my head whirling

trying to find balance

in this topsy-turvy time

when your eyes cannot

decipher truth from lies

you find your hands 

grasping for something

solid and calm

I watch autumn sun wane

as we fall into darkness

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #235

I want something

I want something

I only wish I could

place my finger

to its pulse

I want something

new or different

or go back to how

it was before the fall

I want something

to refill this void

to warm my cold nights

to brighten dark mornings

I want something

something else, some

thing but I can’t find 

the right words to say

I want something….

- Written for Writer's Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompt #762

don't fall asleep

whatever you do, don’t fall asleep

don’t get pulled into whimsical dreams

that make only promises they don’t keep

stay out of darkness and search for light

chase after sunrises and rainbows

don’t linger under gray storm clouds

I’m standing here waiting for you

to join me in the lavender fields

please stay awake, don’t fall asleep

- Written for dVerse Poetics: I'ts Not That Scary

My inspiration came from this horror movie quote: "Whatever you do, don't fall asleep" by Nancy Thompson, Nightmare on Elm Street (1984).

where's the spark?

I search for any signs

that this love was true

I wanted to feel a spark 

between our fingers

that would tell me 

that you were mine

we spent hours stargazing

under midnight sky and

yet at dawn’s arrival 

the questions still

lingered within

- Written for Quadrille #234: A Sparkler of a Day

coalesce

we dance around

going in circles

but never blending

until the day

the world tumbled

into the darkness

at that moment

we meshed together

returning to light

- Written for Writer's Digest Poetic Asides Poetry Prompt #760

walking in autumn

the rustling leaves crunch beneath our boots

while walking under cobalt sky

that will soon fade into deeper blues

on lawns pumpkins with frightful cravings

awaiting Halloween visitors

in the coming dark my ears detect 

the haunting boos of the unseen

dancing under moonlight

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #233: Bring on the Boo!