Wednesday, March 27, 2013

,,,Orphaned Commas,,,

A (captain?) crunch of numb-
ness, not numbers, silly; don't you
know I'm a poet? No, numb
words dilute this page, lame
words, so terse, like, ugh, "it"
rains orphaned commas ,,,,,
that won't cooperate, no,,,,,
They jump around like love-
less passion, horny college
coeds, bed-to-bed, hmm,
want some humble pie?
Ask an English teacher
about commas; less drama
will occur when you concur,
the numbness on the screen
will dissipate when those
crappy commas find their place.
Poetry inspirations~
Poetry Jam: Usual/Unusual
3WW: cooperate, lame, terse
PU Verse First: Passion

Sunday, March 24, 2013


Not to be Reproduced, 1937 by the Belgian surrealist René Magritte
Pic prompt courtesy of The Mag 161

You reproduced our vows,
and try to seek forgiveness now?
The lies you left behind
tattooed within my mind,
written on the face you hid
in another woman's bed.
Your image just an echo,
a double-vision foe.
All I want to see
as you walk away from me
is the back of your greasy head.

Friday, March 22, 2013

A Loving Tribute

In memory of a cherished friend,
a heart balloon with "You are loved" written on it,
 sent heavenward.

Has it really been five years?
Pow! Pow! A neighbor's gun.
Has it really been five years?
Ring! Ring! A life-changing call.
Has it really been five years?
Flash! Flash! Nightmarish visions.
Has it really been five years?
Swoosh! Swoosh! Peaceful waves.
Has it really been five years?
Chirp! Chirp! Loving reminders.
Gone, but never forgotten
Healed, but forever scarred
R.I.P. My dear friend, Mary

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Country Dancing

How many pairs of Ropers did she wear out?
Wrangler jeans and stylish shirts
the city girl stepped into for wild nights
of country dancing and beer,
two-stepping 'round and 'round
the floor, a slide there, a dip and twirl (careful!)
sometimes jitterbug, if she was lucky
enough to find a willing partner, a hug.
Waltzing, one, two, three; next, polka,
working up a sweat, a need to drink
more beer while Top-40 played
its turn a break in stride, back
in time for line dancing to begin,
then two-step, waltz and polka
jitterbug, if she was lucky, a flip.
Over and over, the cycle continued
up to 2 a.m.- - closing time.
 Again and again,
a buzzing whirl;
no mistake, 
a downward
Prompt inspiration: Poetry Jam~ Dance
3WW- careful, hug, mistake

Monday, March 11, 2013


Meal Beach, Burra Isles, Shetland by Robin Gosnall
Photo prompt courtesy of The Mag 159

diamonds dance on clear water, 
the sun sparkles
like a ballerina on stage


Wednesday, March 6, 2013

A Cure for Anxiety

Watch the light transfer
colors explode, begin to dance
across the beige carpet
up the walls like a doodle
waltzing on the ceiling
and back down again
hypnotizing, calming.
A rainbow awaits: follow it.
No need to grope for peace,
let the prism's magnificence
wipe away brutal fear.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Think of nothing
but the light,
the colors

3WW ~ brutal, grope, transfer