Beauty Tanka

craters on the moon,full moon,super moon,

her beautiful face
transfixed by the white glow
as if she’s perfect
but the moon has pot marks too
no woman is perfect
  February 17, 2017


I wrote this during National Haiku Writing Month this year.



The definition of success by Ralph Waldo Emerson.

fully bloomed daffodil,yellow flowers,flower in sunlight,morning daffodil,

To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and to endure the betrayal of false friends. To appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded. -Ralph Waldo Emerson


What do you think of this definition?

Flowering on Day 5 of #NaPoWriMo

bloom of pumpkin, flowering pumpkin

week of Halloween
everyone picks a pumpkin
ignores its flower

Have you been ignoring the simple beauty around you as complete tasks? Be sure to enjoy your tasks today and notice the little things around you. Also be sure to look at all of the posts I have made today (this should be three of four). I am catching up with the PAD Challenge.

Haiku in the art museum.

Egyptian art exhibit

the details have faded

the beauty remains


I got to travel with my husband see some very wonderful artifacts and works of art this summer. We got to go back to the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art and take my dad and brother. What have you done this summer?

egyptian artifact
egyptian artifact
me and dad
signature of monet
The Thinker infront of Nelso-Atkins

Peony Haiku

photo shopped flower, white peoni, peoni bloom


heads hang low when
beauty is too much to bear


I photoshopped this picture and I really like how it turned out. Have you ever noticed how peonies often drag the ground when they are fully bloomed out? They are pretty, but their blooms are so heavy it is hard for them to stay standing upright.

Death at a Distance

tombstone, headstone, grave,

  Death at a Distance

Rocks falling through the sky

They are ugly up close

But as they fall they are beautiful

As they burn and turn in the night sky

They are a sight to behold

We find death beautiful and over too fast

When it happens in the sky



Here is an early small stone poem of mine. I hope you guys are liking these little diddies. Make sure to press like if you are! If something strikes a chord in you leave me a comment below.

Day 6 – 30 Day Photography Challenge

Day 6 is Obsession

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t obsessed with lip glosses and balms. I love Burt’s Bees.



A haiku about beauty.

tree branch, green leaves

blooms before leaves

beauty before wisdom

trees in 2013



Most plants grow their foliage first, and then grow their blooms. Trees do it backwards.

What backwards thing have you noticed lately?

A Poem for fellow poets.

scriblings in journal

Editing for Publication


I have murdered my darlings,

The stain will never leave my hands.

They are soaked with the

Blood of my poetry.

Cauterizing as I cut

I hack through arteries

Hoping the body will be better.

I wrap it in gauze

And send it to bed.

Haven’t I hacked away enough

Of my beautiful words?

When will Frankenstein’s Monster

Have been through enough

To indeed LIVE.

I don’t want to do more surgery,

I can’t bear to lift the scalpel again.

Please find beauty in this one.


This is another poem that I am dedicating to my fellow poets.

It is National Poetry Month here in the US. Will you be writing a poem every day? Will you write a poem at all, or only read some? How will you be celebrating or teaching about this month?

Find a place.

crumbling house

purple flowers

beauty finds a place


grass grown up

I challenge you to find something beautiful today. Can you see the beauty in something that is dilapidated?

Clicking and Wandering

Nikon Coolpix L3 digital camera



Pressing down the shutter clicks

Colors are trapped in chemicals

Liquids and lasers hold inside

What’s held in my mind’s eye

Faces, flowers, sunsets, sunrises

Beauty in several forms

Dances through a metal case

This is one of my older poems that is probably too short to get published.

Wandering Wednesday and the Worm

wet butterfly and cocoon


Struggling Beauty


Life shouldn’t be this hard
I wonder if that is what the worm says
As he shuts himself away from the world
Only to get bored while stewing in solitude
He has to struggle then
To come back to the world
But his wings, once unfolded
Are beautiful for the struggle

If you look very closely you can see that this butterfly just came out of it’s cocoon.