The winds and steady rain
came last night
tugging on the leafs connection
between spring and
the colder now
So many connections
broken witnessed by
leaves unteathered scattered
across wet pavement

I feel disconnected these days
separation between me
and familiar joys
and easy distractions
Now I find myself
fading emptying
delicate veins appearing
praying for a spring that
will be too long coming

Under late summer

The grasses are yellow 
and beaten down
They crunch underfoot
I feel that way
worn and brittle.
Out my window
the banks of the river
have become broad 
revealing a natural 
end of life 
pictured evolution 
in fallen trees 

I want for some joy
a break in the
relentless chasm 
of uncertainty
My sense of well-being
chipped away
leaves temper too close
to a cracked surface
stretched too far 
searching for joy
in the minutia
The tightness in my chest
begs for the lightness
of cool winds and steady rain
to temporarily submerge
the evidence of all 
that’s been broken

A Prayer

Her words were petals 
floating down 
from the sturdy tree
that was she
They floated around
and landed in my hair
tickled my nose
slid down my arms
and coverd my toes

In abundance they filled 
the empty spaces 
all those between places
especially where I longed
leaving me quite
certain I was not alone
that I belonged 

She that was She
grew up the me 
spindly into strong 
I rose high a
free to be me and
a she that was She
with petals that
floated down 
in and all around 
tender to surround

Inspired by Eugi’s Prompt “Petals”


Parked at the Airport

He soared past me
The spread of his wings
breaking rambling thoughts
Landing high above 
his huge eyes deliberate
blinked half speed 
We stared curious 
then made our apologies
and left as good guests must do
My 4 legged friend and I
had wandered the forest floor
choosing unfamiliar trails
and wading creeks
Nearing the end of 
our adventure
we stepped
from woods to lawns
and settled shaded
butt and belly
in cool grass
It was in the quiet they rose
appearing like single manned 
The dragon flies 
too numerous to count
hummed hovered 
and darted passing 
one another in seemingly
random directions
Visitors bemused we
had landed in the midst of
a bustling air field
When no collisions occurred
I wondered if the owl
was an off-duty
air traffic controller


Why does joy fade
but embarrassing moments
etch memory’s blackboard

Picked almost last

Joyfully performed 
for Dad –
he mumbled and left

Little girl, crying desperate
had to pee in the dirt
behind the family car

Teacher to the class 
She would have done better 
on a True False test 
had she just guessed

Humiliation unforgotten
in synapse tattoos

From Eugi’s promp “Unforgotten”


Network Poetry Prompt

I like poetry prompts
They force one to 
look at their feelings 
and biases
Network feels like business
And I don’t like the 
business side 
of business
Even though 
my wallet favors it
It is a forced march
Feelings deeper than
I could pin up a piñata
sick a sign on it
that says Network
and happily bash it to bits
I could maybe then get 
a sweet taste in my mouth
Grappling with the 
sweet and the sour
my friend
reminded me
that trees have 
an intricate dare I say 

From Eugi’s weekly poetry prompt “Network”

A Blue Black Calling

Yellows fade to coral
to pale blue to grey
eventually to the
blue black twilight
that signals a quieting
a beguiling darkness
a pull to rest
But lights wink on
pots and pans clatter
and we reclaim our place
eluding the night
We resist with profession 
and pleasures
pages and passions
’til the undertow 
of blackness can be
defeated no more 
and we relinquish our
undertakings to the 
emptying day

In response to Eugi’s prompt “Twilight”-nhttps://amanpan.com/2021/07/01/eugis-weekly-prompt-twilight-july-1-2021/


Olives are 
a celebration
Artichokes are 
a celebration
Lemon sorbet 
a celebration

Cocktails are
meant to be 
a celebration but 
the after party
is sometimes 
a downer

Fresh ripe pear juice 
is a celebration
even if the 
luxuriously smooth 
sweet juice
is dripping 
down your chin

So many little 
Joyful get togethers 
Parties in your mouth
Have a celebration
on me 
Would you like 
your olives
black or green
with or without

From Eugi’s prompt Celebration https://amanpan.com/2021/06/17/eugis-weekly-prompt-celebration-june-17-2021-🥳🥂/


Air meets water
Wind meets waves
Seemingly aspiring 
to be the other
Form reflecting form
I swim
bobbing my head
feeling the line 
on my face
between the two 
Heated breath
from my lungs
escapes upward
bubbles racing
toward itself
Cool water running
in rivulets
down my face
landing back home
Both constantly mixing
Each holds me
each holds the other
yet utterly

Carried Home

Looked briefly and passed by
until I decided to notice
Couldn’t leave it there
down in the mud
sad and degraded
far from it’s purpose

A tiny striped pink sock
The kind that are so soft
they draw your  fingers
in to touch them
It had lost it way
been debauched
by life’s happenstance
Far from its expected fate

It made my heart sad
to see it so covered with 
earth and grime
An unsuitable fate for
such a pretty little thing

But isn’t that us
brimming with
beliefs about life 
when we are young
until we discover
the fantasies in the stories
Until we are soiled 
and stained
and just a little
grubby from all those
little happenstances
that life doles out

I picked it up 
and carried it home
washed it clean
and felt the softness 
against my skin

And isn’t it us
that are uplifted
by the people who take us 
to be their own
holding our softness
in their appreciative hands
giving us a home
stains and all.