April 30, 2013 A Simple Thing

A Simple Thing
The loss of a friend
A simple thing
One of the saddest
That can
Happen to a human heart
Breaks it in two

Sure death is bad
Really sad
Aw… but the loss of a friend
Who enriched your life
Leaves a hole
That cannot be filled
All the way to China

The loss a deep regret
I couldn’t be
The one you called friend
I’ll keep your memory
Miss you to the end of time

One of the saddest
Things that can
Happen to a human

Note: It’s happened to me, maybe happened to everyone. One you liked…loved and called your friend, has changed their mind. Doesn’t want to be your friend anymore, for whatever reason. Causes a heartbreak that cannot be fixed, another sadness, you will carry, cannot forget. We might ask, “Why do you want this friend, who does not want you?” There is no answer, only sadness.

April 27, 2013 Sunday Whirl

Prompt: either, harrowing, marrow, grubs, thin, oath,
saw, guess, rare, march, borrow, transparent

My oath thin upon the wind
Like coyote’s howl
Just outside my window

I feel the sound harrowing
To the marrow of my bone
I can borrow no more time
Snug in my bed

I long to find the grubs
In the garden of my work
Spent in the court of

A rare and precious moment
All is transparent
The march to completion

Either I work now
Translate observation
Touch it with imagination
Or I guess…

Like the Coyote who sleeps late
This day will be lost forever


Note:  I have been reading May Sarton, Journal at Seventy.  During an interview, she was asked, “How is seventy different from sixty-five?   I don’t see much difference, except that time accelerates.  The days go past with frightful rapidity, and so do the years.  It is plain that I am not ready for old age!  But then time does not stand still in old age I fear.  On the contrary, from all reports it simply flies away, and that is what I am beginning to notice.”

April 24, 2013 Writer’s Digest NAPOWRITEMO PAD Challenge

I’ve been away…found it hard to follow the prompts…


“Had we but world enough, and time…” Andrew Marvell(first line of the Coy Mistress)

Upon investigation
Of my purse
“Time” I have not much
A pie chart would reveal
The most must go to business
And necessity
The last little bit
That flies around you and me
Is leisure time
Carefully spent
Not nearly enough
To pay the rent
But grateful am I
For time together
We discuss small things
Of the soul
And of the weather

April 25, 2013 Writer’s Digest Pad Challenge NAPOWRITEMO


(Image from Internet)

PROMPT:  Everyone ______


Toes sink into hot sand
Baked by the sun
Shell seekers
A chipped sand dollar
Grains of pink sand between fingers
Hot and scratchy
Sweat roles down into eyes
Seeking shells no easy task

Tiny shells upon my palm
Count them
One by one
A fan
A trumpet
A curlicue
Pink, rose, orange and white

Looking over
The sandy beach
Waves roll in
Wash the shore
One more shell
Completes the collection

April 14, 2013 Sunday Whirl

Saturate, control, bold, unwind, sword, often, skeptical, slight, might, sign, ninth,threshold

On the threshold of my seventyth year

I unwind the story of my life

Skeptical that I have lived so long

Without control of the past

Only my response

It is perhaps the ninth time

I have tried to recall it al

Grief has sometimes saturated my years

Yet, without armor or sword

Boldly continued

With a sigh

Try as I might

The details are slight

Memory dims

I vow to try again another day

April 11, 2012 Writer’s Digest NAPOWRITE PAD Challenge

For today’s prompt, take the phrase “In Case of (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem. Possible titles could include “In Case of Emergency,” “In Case of Oversleeping,” “In Case of Snoring,” or something else.


In case the sun does not rise
Over Taos Mountain
The day will remain dark
Hard to see

In case I do not return
My chair will remain empty
My words unspoken
My thoughts unexplored
My bed un-slept in
My house will echo
My absence

In case I do not return
There will be a tiny hole
In the fabric
You might need a microscope to see
A great big hole
For me
There will be something missing
For I will no long be