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
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- 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
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Monday, April 17, 2017

dancing palms

"Palm Tree" by Anna Langova
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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
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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
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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