Thursday, April 27, 2017


I should have held
onto you a bit longer
I should have told
you what I felt
I should have laid
my heart on the table
I should have spoken
the words on my tongue

But I was too afraid
of your rejection
I was too afraid that
you would laugh at me
I was too afraid you
wouldn’t love me back
I was too afraid to release
those words on my tongue

And now I am full of regret
that I let you slip away
and now I wonder about
what could have been
and now I sit here pondering
on how to move on
and now I write love poems
instead of living them

 - Written in response to Writers' Digest Poetic Aside April 2017 PAD Challenge Day 26 in which one is tasked to write a poem about regret.

Monday, April 24, 2017

we stood still

we stood still by the river
waiting for you to appear
upon the hills
my heart waiting to burst
at the sight of you and
he was holding back
squeals of delight
but you never appeared
beyond the hills and
soon night encased us

"The lonesome river" by Greg Westfall
Courtesy of 

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #31 "still".  Come join in on the fun.  

Thursday, April 20, 2017


I send you a postcard
with sunny skies
and white sands
telling you I’m
having a good time
but in reality
I miss you terribly
wish you were here
instead of back there
 the oceans I placed
between us only makes
the yearning in my heart
grow deeper

Photo by Christopher Flynn
Courtesy of

Monday, April 17, 2017

dancing palms

"Palm Tree" by Anna Langova
Courtesy of

to a hidden beat
the palm trees swayed side to side
like they were dancing

- Written for International Haiku Poetry Day.  Inspired by WD's Poetic Aside 2017 PAD Challenge Day 17: dance poem

Thursday, April 13, 2017

black sheep

I always stood out
like a black dot
on white linen tablecloth
never fitting into the puzzle
that my family tried to maintain

I’m sure they loved me
in their own special way
but I know they rather
have me fit in those family
portraits instead of sticking out

but love is eternal
love is nonjudgmental
love is all consuming
no matter what I know
they will love unconditionally

"Black Feathers" by George Hodan
Courtesy of

Monday, April 10, 2017

drizzle of tears

at first the tears began as drizzle
until I could no longer hold back
the swollen floodgates of tears
they poured out like monsoon rains
until my body and heart was depleted
of its light and now only sleep
can restore my drained soul

Thursday, April 6, 2017

beginnings and endings

beginnings are like
spring days when
beauty springs from
blossoming flowers
and the path of warm
days lie way ahead

but endings are like
late summer sunsets
when you know autumn
will soon arrive and
these carefree days
have come to an end

Photo by tpsdave
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Photo by Petr Kratochvil
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Monday, April 3, 2017


Photo by Jez Timms
Courtesy of

we played in shadows
under the belief
that it would never
come to light
but once I stepped out
of that shadowy place
all facades shattered
like glass

Thursday, March 30, 2017

love of my life?

he was the love of my life
but also the source of all my pain
because I could never have him
he was the far-flung star in the sky
that I could never reach and
the gem placed upon pedestals
that I could never live up to

Monday, March 27, 2017

red balloon

who would have thought
a red balloon could cause
such strife between siblings
but it did and we unleashed
our childish fury as we
both claimed the other
as the false storyteller
much to the chagrin of mom
who gave us a stern punishment

Photo courtesy of

Thursday, March 23, 2017


what is this feeling
this nagging inside me?
I don’t want to be a whore
but being a good girl
all the time gets lonely
so I chat and flirt a lot
collecting conversations
like flowers in a garden
sometimes my arms
gets overloaded and
they fall by the wayside
but that’s how things are
everything is transient
even lust and love
we all know the path
to love  is a battlefield
littered with severed limbs
bleeding hearts and
unraveled intestines
that can’t go back in
I have felt its sting
and have been the cause
of such gruesome injuries
I ask where did I go wrong
and why the ones you really
like never come back
yet my hearts want to believe
the One is just around the corner
but I have been to too many
corners and left disappointed

Monday, March 20, 2017

the morning after

she never intended
to fall into this
but his net caught her
like a fisherman
capturing a mermaid

he was not looking
only wanted to connect
to fill the void that was
eating away his spirit
leaving him so cold

slowly with seductive words
and soft electric touches
the hot desire drew them
into warm embraces and
midnight honey kisses

at early sunrise
they found themselves
in unfamiliar territory
knowing the clock
could not be turned back

Thursday, March 16, 2017

as good as dead

I was as good as dead
when he walked into the room that night
he took the breath out of my lungs
and all good reason escaped my brain
he was the light to my yearning flame
and the guiding star to my doom

Monday, March 13, 2017


he has awaken feelings deep inside 
that I thought were long dead
whether it’s love or lust 
I really do not care 
for he tastes like spring rain
and smells like summer sun
making my body hum to 
the beat of his drumming heart

Thursday, March 9, 2017

glass walls

he was drawn to me
like a moth to a flame
pressing against walls 
that I built long ago
now threatening to
come tumbling down 

he spoke poetic words
in a seductive voice
about my caramel skin
warm as a Carolina sun
lips sweet like mangos
from the Caribbean 

and my core wanted it –
to touch his inner flame
and feel alive again 
but my hesitant heart
still held onto memories
of broken promises 

my mind questioned
whether this was all real
or was it all a dream
that won’t last the night
and will diminish
into dust at sunrise 

I pressed against the glass
wanting to shatter it
into a million pieces 
yet I still wanted its
protection it had given
me all these years

Monday, March 6, 2017

Vibrant pink lotus flower.
Photo by
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from darkness
she rose above
the grave she
buried herself in
when she lost her way

breaking through 
the dirt she breathed 
in the free air
the dawn greeted
her eyes to the light
she had forsaken

more beautiful now
she walked towards
the sun waiting for her
with welcoming arms
rivers beckoning her
to remove the grime and
reveal her internal light

Thursday, March 2, 2017

once again

soon it will be May
the month of waking
the flowers will bloom
from the April rains
I will find your eyes
looking into mine
and just like before
you will steal my heart
I will forget all of
old broken promises
and cold lonely nights
of I spent in winter pasts
I will try not to think
about how you will
eventually leave me
when the autumn leaves
begin to turn and fall

Monday, February 27, 2017

nighttime giggles

she could hear the giggles
coming from the dark room
knowing full well they
would not fall asleep so fast
it brought back forgotten
memories when she and her
sibling would giggle under
the night stars not so long
ago when time stood still

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #27 in which we are tasked to write a quadrille poem containing the word "giggle".  Come join in on the fun.

Thursday, February 23, 2017

I will be a lady

I will be a lady
and you will betray me
in the end
because you are still
looking for clandestine stars
and the rush from lustful
fantasies that I cannot fulfill

I will be a lady
even after you are gone
I will sit at my table
sipping tea while you
chase after the sun that
was never meant for you

I will be a lady
even after you shatter
my heart like a vase
and I will piece it back
together eventually

Monday, February 20, 2017

One February Night

I was a cold February night in the city.  The sun had set and the stars were coming out to illuminate the piled up snow.  Yet on this night, in a second floor bedroom of an old row house, you and I spent some quality time.  I sat by your beside as we chatted about various things – life, weather, God and regrets.  You even hinted at your past drug use, which I knew about, but allowed you to tell it in your own words.  Holding your pale hand, I took in this quiet moment, for we both knew that time was not on our side.  I could have been somewhere else having fun or at home watching mindless TV.  Instead I was here with you.  Despite the years we spent apart, all the missed birthdays and holidays, there was no gift as valuable as this night spent with you.  For one April spring day, you took your last breath and I was left with only memories.

under winter skiers
twinkling stars whisper secrets
to a humble moon

- Written for dVerse Haibun Monday - The Best Things in Life Are Free, where we are asked to write a haibun poem something free or priceless we have experienced.  I'm not sure why but I wrote about a night where I spent some time with my uncle, who had terminal cancer.  It was the only time we spent totally alone without anyone else around before his demise two months later.  

Thursday, February 16, 2017

in colors

was the color my first love’s eyes
smooth like milk chocolate
kisses sweeter than golden honey

was the color of my swollen lips
after kissing you under pale
white stars and a full silver moon

was the shade of your shirt
when you took me in your arms
as I cried out my crystal tears

is now the hue of my heart
since you left me in the gray mist
to fade into a haunting ghost

Monday, February 13, 2017


I thought I had buried
my past deep in a grave
but sometimes at night
those ghosts appear
outside my window looking
in with ghastly faces
every time I try to break
free towards the light
my past pulls me back
into the dark

Photo by Tertia Van Rensburg
Courtesy of

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #26 in which we are asked to write a 44 word poem that includes the word "ghost".  

Thursday, February 9, 2017


I’m looking for someone
to stop me dead in my tracks
make me look twice, thrice
or maybe even four times
become a fantasy in my eyes
open doorways in my mind
ignite a fire inside my veins
blow my mind a thousand ways
I’m looking for someone –
perhaps that person is you
please say you’re still out there
and looking for me too

Tuesday, February 7, 2017


he came
like a kamikaze
into my view
everything else
became a blur
shaken, I tried
to keep my head
above the waves
but your whiskey
smile got to me
every time

Monday, February 6, 2017

under twilight

San Diego.  Photo by Robert Lamb
Courtesy of

under a twilight sky
she someone lost her way
and became entangled in 
a mysterious web

she held onto her heart
as the rest of herself lost
all of its purity and turn
to midnight black

she wanted to save herself
when she met his eyes
she wanted to believe there
was still good inside her

but it was too late for her
under that twilight sky
darkness took over and
turned her heart to stone

Thursday, February 2, 2017

hello blues

hello blues
you came back
to see me?
ready to play
another melody?
are you here
to collect sighs
and tears for
your tip jar?
how about you
and I just sit
by this piano
and write sad
love songs until
our dying days

"Piano Keys" by Vera Kratochvil
Courtesy of

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

pink elephant

it was the thing
that mom told us
we should not
speak about
out loud
the pink elephant
in the room
and we did not
understand why
it had to be a secret
when it was such
a natural part of
being a woman

"The Elephant in the Room" by All Saunders
Courtesy of Ally Art

- Inspired by Ally Saunders  artwork "The Elephant in the Room".  

Monday, January 30, 2017

when dawn came

Photo by Israel Sundseth
Courtesy of

when dawn came we knew in our hearts
that nothing would ever be the same
as the sun’s rays peaked through curtains
I knew I would lose you forever
the sun rose over horizons as you 
placed sweet goodbye kisses
upon my weeping lips

Thursday, January 26, 2017

season me

winter me with words
to cool my scorching heart
spring kisses upon my lips
to make our love bloom
summer on my shoulder
as we swim into sunsets
autumn my heart if you
decide to shed this love

- Inspired by dVerse Poetics prompt "Verbify me".

Cherry Blossom Schlossgarten Landscape
Photo by Inselines
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Tuesday, January 24, 2017

railroad us

they try to railroad us
saying the cause is moot
we need to stop complaining
this is the way things are
they railroad our voices into boxes
forcing dreams into mason jars
but we stand united before the storm
welcoming whatever may come
with peace in our souls

Monday, January 23, 2017

waiting on the bus

she stands in the sun,
rain, fog, snow or wind
waiting for the bus to arrive
she watches cars drive by
drivers absorbed in their
own little cubicles as  
she stands there waiting
for her ride to come

Thursday, January 19, 2017

dawn is coming

Mount Tamalpais, United States by John Towner
Courtesy of

dawn is coming
and we are running out of time
dawn is coming
and will expose our dark shadows
dawn is coming
and will rouse us from our slumber
dawn is coming
to chase away last night’s love songs
dawn is coming
and you will soon leave my side
but when dawn departs
you will return to me once again

- Written for dVerse Meeting the Bar: I'll Say it Again (and Again and Again) where we play with repetition.  Come join the fun.

Monday, January 16, 2017


they said our voices were too loud
so they did their best to muffle them
until we could do nothing
but whisper into the wind
then we stood up, broke our chains
as our voices reached the sky
vowing not to be silenced again

Thursday, January 12, 2017

on a bridge

on a bridge I left you my heart
thinking you would find it one day
instead hopes and dreams fell apart
on a bridge I left you my heart
but my grand plan was not too smart
for another led you astray
on a bridge I left you my heart
thinking you would find it one day

"Central Park" by Rachael Purdy
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Monday, January 9, 2017

snow days

This evening I saw a man standing by the road, holding up a sign I could not read in the fading light.  He stood in the bitter cold, the ground covered by the recent snowfall.   As I drove home, I thought about a memory when, as a child, I would play in the snow.  Snow days were always the best.  I would spend my time outdoors trying to build snowman or just snowballs until my finger tingled.  Then I would come inside to warm up, my feet by the heater and hot chocolate in my hand as mom did housework.  A little while later, I would go back outside to play in the beautiful snow until the daylight began to fade.  It seems like that was the only time when I enjoyed the snow.  In later years, it has become more of a nuisance than a joy.  I suppose that man on the side of the road may feel the same way too.  He may have once, as a child, made snow angels in his backyard. But now as he stands in the bitter cold, the snow is just another curse to his destitute state.

on bitter cold days
the sun shines upon white snow
but leaves us no warmth

- Written for dVerse Haibun Monday #28 which challenges us to write a haibun about a childhood memory.  I had already thought about writing a poem about the snow and the destitute man I saw on my home from work (unfortunately not the first time).  Then I saw this prompt, started writing and this is where I landed.  I have heard people say that sometimes you focus on writing one way, but once you stop writing you find yourself in an entirely different place.  I believe this is one of those occasions for me.  

Thursday, January 5, 2017

my least liked season

snow falls under moon
turning my heart into ice
my least liked season

the grass becomes white
I close my eyes and pretend
the trees are still green

and Spring never ceased
until snowflakes bring me back
to reality

- I am sure there are those who really like winter, but I am not one of those people.  I prefer much milder weather.  

Monday, January 2, 2017

curling hair

the girl watched her mother
stand before a mirror
taking her precious time
forming perfect curls
with her curling iron
so she could look pretty
in the world’s eyes
but the girl saw her
as a jewel that she 
was too blinded to see

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #23 in which we are to write a quadrille poem consisting of a total of 44 words, which includes the word "curl" in some form or another.