Endless Winter

  Endless Winter

The sadness

was supposed to last

for one winter

but spring never came.

The snow smothered us 

under a sunless sky.


This was written for a #FieryVerse prompt on Twitter on January 23, 2017. I need to get back into the poetry circles on Twitter and start looking at these prompts every day. There are amazing prompts on Twitter every day and I would probably find more to write about if I would look them up. It would also help if Twitter would just show me the tweets as they are posted instead of showing me the tweets of those I interacted with last. Don’t you hate that?

crepe myrtle in winter,crepe myrtle in the snow,covered in snow,weighed down by snow,


The Glow of Tomorrow

sun rise, the sun, early morning

The Glow of Tomorrow


I see it over the top of the hill

The glowing orb of promise

Trying desperately to get to it

I’ve slipped and fallen

The urgency of getting away from today

Snaps at me like a bullwhip

So I dig my fingers into the flesh of the earth

Ripping up grass in my hurry

To catch the glow that promises

A fresh start, a new day

The depressing rain has softened the earth

Making my path muddy and slippery

Standing in what remains of this day

Cannot be done, my legs are too weak

So I crawl, pulling myself through the mud

I have to move, leave this place

Catching up with the sun

Finding tomorrow

and the strength it holds

Is my only hope

If I dwell on the shadows of today

I’ll never rise again

I am so thankful for every new day that I am given. I try very hard to be thankful for what I have in the moment and not dwell on what went wrong yesterday.

The Other Side of Midnight

neosho street flowers,springtime,
  The Other Side of Midnight
I keep looking at the sun
Because I’m confused
It feels like it’s still midnight
And everything is frozen
And the world isn’t moving
But people are moving and the sun is shining
It’s the other side of midnight
Where the clouds look like cotton
And everything is shiny
But I feel like it’s 2am and nothing
Good happens after 2am because
Everyone is tired and their ability
To make sound decisions is gone
Everyone is supposed to be still
Only the animals should be out of bed
Yet here we are up and walking around
As if there are things we can accomplish
By simply being outside
But just being here isn’t enough
I am present all day long and yet
Nothing good transpires
Forcing a smile does not make the sun shine
Rainbows will not cross the sky and sparkle
It’s the other side of Midnight
things are still going horribly wrong
  April 2015
I wrote this after coming across a MadVerse prompt on Twitter. The prompts on Twitter are usually meant to inspire you to write short poetry. But I went long with “the other side of midnight.”

The Dark Hours

moon behind the clouds, luna, full moon, moon on a cloudy night

The Dark Hours
are supposed to come
between dusk and dawn
but sometimes they
roll in early
or stay too late
like a bad house guest.

This was written for a Heart Soup prompt found on Twitter. To see more micropoetry follow me and other poets on Twitter. There are a lot of us if you look through the hashtags.

5 Seasons

tree with orange leaves, trees changing colour

5 Seasons

It was just a shadow

The next test results will show

There is no reason for tears and fears

Again my face will glow


Stupid doctors with their vague answers

Calls to ears that don’t understand

I don’t have time for this

This was not the life I planned


I’ll buy the best doctor

Money doesn’t matter anymore

I tell God I’ll do anything

As I pray face down on the floor


I prayed, I gave, I ate healthy

What more was there to do

Now here I sit awaiting it

This is the season of blue


And now the last season

In which I find my peace

I lived the life I had

Now comes my release



I am surprised to find that I haven’t shared this poem yet. It is one of my favorites.

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Seasonal Tanka

Seasonal Affective Disorder

April is green
October is red
December is white
July is the color brown
and my heart follows suit


I know, I know, its National Haiku Writing Month, and here I am posting Tanka on my Haiku poetry blog. Well, if you follow my Twitter feed I post my own haiku, and I retweet the haiku and other micro poetry of other poets. I will also be posting my haiku in status updates on my Facebook page, so make sure to like and follow so that you can see them!!


weeds, lichen, winter time

A post about the mind.

cloudy blue sky


Lost Sunlight

Sunlight falls into the house,
floating down from the window as if lost.
Should it really be here?
In this dusty dreary place?
The light creeps into the corners,
it stops at the couch and thinks,
thinks about traveling the hallway.
But there is only sadness down that way.
That is not a place for sun to be.
Tears flood that room and all sound is drowned out.
The sunlight recedes, backs to the window.
It slowly fades back out….
Knowing its not wanted in that dreary place.


Today is World Mental Health Day. Here is a link to last year’s post with numbers you can call if your mind is overwhelming you.

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.

Where the page ends.

Where the Page Ends


I was writing today and the page ended

I had more thoughts but no more room to write

I could have written five more lines

But had to stop instead

I could have went on and on

About how sad life is and all of our woes

I could have written sad word after sad word

But I was stopped

And where the page ended

God began


Mental Health Day


Darkness creeps in

one cloud at a time

and you think it’s just a shower.

A few clouds that will clear up soon.

Then the thunder cracks so loud,

you drop a dish.

The broken pieces

slide across the kitchen floor.

The clouds do not clear.

The fit of anger and anxiety

that was supposed to last for a day,

pours down on you for weeks.

The water levels rise

loved ones get ripped away

in the flood waters.

The sky is dark with clouds,

a solid wall of them.

Was there a time when

the sun shone bright,

and the grass was dry?

Was there a time when

It wasn’t so petrifying

to go outside?

The darkness creeps in,

one cloud at a time

until darkness is all you know.

Today is World Mental Health Day. Here is a poem in honor of that, and here are some resources. Please take the time to copy them or write them down somewhere, and remember they are in any U.S. phonebook.  Even if you don’t need them, a loved one may some day.

The National Suicide Hotline is on Facebook (you can chat with them!). http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org

The National Suicide Prevention Lifeline is a 24-hour suicide prevention hotline available to anyone in emotional crisis. If you need help, please call 1-800-273-TALK (8255) or 1-800-SUICIDE (784-2433) to be routed to one of their more than 150 centers.

National Domestic Violence Hotline 1-800-799-7233

National Sexual Assault Hotline 1-800-656-4673

Child Abuse Hotline 1-800-392-3738

1-800-4-PRAYER (2937)  Call 24 hours a day, any day of the week for prayer.

National Sexual Assault Online Hotline Info (for SA/Rape crises):  http://rainn.org/get-help/national-sexual-assault-online-hotline   R.A.I.N.N. (Rape Abuse Incest National Network) 1-800-656-HOPE