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
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