NanoPoblano Day 20

so many people wilt
the moment pressure is applied
there’s nothing strong inside
they are hallow
ghosts with no backbone
does each task with a moan
dig for iron
add resolve to your will
your weaknesses kill


Nanopoblano is a group of bloggers who write every day during National Blog Posting Month. They encourage you to find prompts wherever you want. I am doing the Somethingist Challenge and “something repaired” is today’s prompt. This poem was first written on Twitter for a #WrittenRiver prompt.

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Day 7 NaBloPoMo 2018

Today’s prompt was “something displaced” so I looked through my longer poems and found one that got shoved into a drawer. Here is a poem about having to find your place when the world pushes you around and tries to bury you.

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  Rising From the Ashes

we are so embarrassed when
we are cracked open, when we break
and yet, only those of us who have
been broken and pulled apart
know what is inside of us
to become a doctor or a nurse
you will be given broken, bloodied bodies
and it must be your hands that go inside
until you’ve stitched up flesh or
breathed life into someone failing to live
you don’t know how precious life is and
that second chances are handed out every day
a phoenix must first writhe in pain
must be consumed by the fire and laid in ash
before she can rise and soar in a new day
don’t be ashamed of the scars
that you got from the fire
your new wings are all anyone sees


The Trial

  The Trial
The beast
that was to destroy her
wrapped his wings around her.
Safe inside his embrace
she stood taller.
His fire was her protection.
No need to flee his heat
for flame tempers steel
and princesses aren’t queens
until they can wield a sword.


I wrote this for a #writtenriver prompt. It is one of my personal favorites. For some reason, I have not shared it. It is not a tanka or anything like that, it is just a little poem about getting through a trial. It is about how sometimes the thing you think will destroy you actually transforms you into a stronger person.

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PAD Challenge Day 19

  Loose Thread


don’t pull that
leave it be
it is fine


pulling on
loose threads will
reveal all


and we are
without flaws
stop pulling


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So I fell behind and catching up is going to be hard, but I am going to try. After I eat some lunch I will try to post my other poems. Sorry I missed posting a haiku yesterday – I did post a tanka today. Go to the Home page, or the Tanka category to see it.

PAD Challenge Day 18

moon through the clouds,foggy,seeing the moon through the trees,

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Inner Battle
the temptation to quit is always
there nagging at us, telling us
that we don’t really need to
stop this deadly habit
of over-eating
we don’t need to 
just give

Today’s prompt was to write about temptation. As you know, I do not like writing exactly what I know everyone else is going to write for a prompt. So I choose not to write about what normally comes to mind when one hears the word “temptation” and instead wrote about the kind of temptation that we give into all too often. Overeating and not exercising. This poem is a nonet. Have you been writing poetry this month?

PAD Challenge Day 9

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   Battle Tested
won more
battles than
have been fought in France
and without military aid.



Sometimes I have so much to say and feel like I need to make my posts shorter, and sometimes I really struggle to write a whole post. Leave me your thoughts on long posts, fresh images and this poem in the comments. This poem is a Fibonacci.

PAD Challenge Day 2

I am doing the Poem A Day Challenge and sharing it with you this year. I did it for 4 years, with the last year being 2015. I will make several posts today, as I need to catch up on the first 4 days. Look at the announcements to see what the PAD Challenge is and where I am getting my pictures and prompts.

I was looking through the forms that Robert Lee Brewer has listed on his blog and I found a form for the Fibonacci sequence. I think that is awesome so I may try to write most of my poetry in this form. We will see!

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  Portrait of a Woman
fast mouth
short legged 
fighter to the end
but also a seeker of peace

Dear Poet

Dear Poet,
write ’til your fingers bleed
write ’til your eyes close
’til your mind quiets
let the confusion sort itself
on the page
let anger sorrow and anxiety
fall down and break open
for when everything is out
nothing is in, and then
sleep can take you away


This poem was inspired by a picture posted on the #dimpleverse hashtag and poetry account on Twitter. 

I didn’t want this to be a dark poem, I wanted it to be about hope. If you found hope in this poem, please leave me a comment below, after all, it is International Blog Delurking Week.

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Not All That Glitters

icicles,iced over wood,

  Not All That Glitters

the ground sparkles

as if fairies visited

in the night

that glitter is not gold, but ice

you will take a fall

if you do not look closely


I wrote this on January 15, 2017, for prompt 169 from #poemtheme on Twitter. This will be my last post for National Poetry Month as I am not feeling well. It’s been a tough week but I have prevailed and life goes on.

Frosted Poetry

tiny icicles,frost,winter,hard grost,iced over,


the old man tells us stories
man tells us stories
of when he was
a boy
before the white
to his face like
hoar frost


I wrote this for a #ShapePoetry prompt on January 15, 2017. The poem’s shape is supposed to remind you of the tiny white frost that sticks up like spikes.

Free Verse for National Poetry Month

fescue,mist,morning sun,sunrise,fog,sunup,


chains rattled

at her feet

the captive

stepped forward

a dungeon

is no place

for warriors


I wrote this for a prompt from #FieryVerse on January 6, 2017. If you are on Twitter, follow me to see these the same day that I write them. Don’t forget, while it’s easier to like and share on Twitter, you can like and share my blog posts as well.

Nice Senryu

everyone wants an
honest answer from us
as long as it’s nice

So this is not really haiku, and I almost erased it except that people on Twitter liked it so much. This may be senryu, but I think it’s a stretch. Read the definition for senryu on my What is Haiku? page and tell me what you think in the comments on this post.