Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Meditation, continued

It is imperative to take action
when you feel distraction.
Find an oasis, a place to chill;
mindful thoughts felicitous fill.
Replace garbage, negativity
with harmonious images of the sea.
Think of the waves as lullabies,
salty air absorbing the lies.
Reward yourself when you're done;
an ice cream cone under the sun.
Poetic Inspiration:
Poetry Jam- Knickerbocker Glory- What do you delight in?
3WW- garbage, imperative, action
PU Verse First- Omniscience

Sunday, June 23, 2013

Ice Breaker

Stanley Kubrick for Look Magazine, 1949
Pic prompt courtesy of The Mag174

In the doorway
where she stood
a blur of self-doubt
masked assuredness,
heat lightning a brief flash
pursuant task-- confidence.
Back straight, chest back
each breath a forward step
sipping courage, no regret
she offered him a light.
Poetic Bloomings Prompt#113:Hook, Line and Sinker

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Copious Flow

Sunrise behind rock buttes in southwestern US. Photo by Peggy Goetz

a phantom inside of me
longing for flexibility,
agile mind, body, spirit.
A tangible difference
felt in ten weeks-
acuity and energy.
Poetic fluidity,
my everlasting rock.
Poetic inspiration:
3WW- agile, flaccid, phantom
PUVerseFirst- (short & sweet)

Sunday, June 16, 2013

In Your Arms

The Promenade, 1918, by Marc Chagall
Pic prompt courtesy of TheMag173

I kited through life,
flew to the moon
where my wishes came true--
a pink castle
within dark green hues 
 angling envy
like points of view,
as visible as fire. 

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Beauty in Despair

Foreclosed, the ramshackle house
with moving van curbside.

Yet, azaleas and holly bushes
line the front flower bed--

thick glossy leaves
with serrated edges
a dare
to reach in and pick
not the evil red berries

but the blossoms
like tissue paper--
deep pink, dainty buds

a chuckle or a tease,
depending on


Prompt inspirations:
Poetry Jam- It's All About Flowers
PU Verse First- Move (no more than 20 lines)
3WW- chuckle, evil, serrated

Sunday, June 9, 2013


Charleston Farmhouse Door
Pic prompt courtesy of The Mag 172

twisting stripes to swirls
in a sea of hay and oats,
we joined as one
behind the padlocked door

Friday, June 7, 2013

Stranded in Galveston, Part 2

For the first part of this post, click here.

The guy drove me back immediately. Of course, when I reached the condo and saw my friend face to face, she had a million excuses and couldn't stop with the apologies. I told her we were leaving as soon as possible, but she connived me into waiting until after a barbecue. I wanted to leave as soon as we had eaten, but she begged and begged me to stay the night. They went out to party, but I fell asleep early. I was so mad, but as a people-pleaser, I kept my feelings locked in. Sigh. It was such a wishy-washy weekend. I couldn't wait for it to end!

The funny thing about the whole incident is what happened the NEXT weekend. My mother decided to come and visit. There I was with a tie-dye eyelid. She didn't need to know what had happened, so I worried about what to do. Well that same friend (who happened to be my roommate for the summer) worked at an Estee Lauder counter (thanks to me getting her the job). She decided to match the other eye with makeup. Oh, Lordy... did I look like a clown. When my mom walked through the door, she just stared at me quizically for awhile and then asked why I was wearing so much eye makeup. I came up with a quick answer; my roommate was trying out all her new makeover techniques on me. Thankfully she just visited for the day.

My parents stayed together and I made it through the summer despite the crazy things that happened. What about you? Do you have a wild summer story? You never know... it might even be this one.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013


I remember a college trip
to the beach one Spring Break.

Your ego went unnoticed
with each swallow of beer
damaging my tolerance
for sunburned feet,

each legitimate kiss drowned
in a body surf sweep of fear

that you might find
someone else
more attractive.


Poetic Inspiration~
Poetry Jam- It's Vacation Time
3WW- damaging, ego, legitimate
PU Verse First- I Remember


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Sunday, June 2, 2013


Waking, Walking, Singing, in the Next Dimension? 1979 by Morris Graves
Pic prompt courtesy of THE MAG 171
She sees birds
in spectacles,
a spree of feathers
encircle words
of peace
when she chooses
to put them on.