Haiku Dreams

burrowing toad,brown toad,toad in flowerbed,

Hiding Toad

trying to find
my dreams and aspirations
black-winged damselfly



I think I left my muse in the woods when I went for a walk this spring. I wrote a couple of haiku, so I know she was nearby, but then I haven’t been able to write anything since. Maybe her wings got stuck in a tree branch or a rose bush. I hope she gets free soon. I have been blogging for 6 years and I still have a lot of poetry from last year to show you. Stay tuned by following me on your favorite social media platform.


National Haiku Poetry Day


dead blooms fall
fantasies for the future
shatter soft on stone


I wrote this last year for a #fieryverse prompt on Twitter. I would encourage you to get on Twitter today, as it is #NationalHaikuPoetryDay and #NationalPoetryMonth. There will be a lot of haiku to enjoy if you look at those hashtags. Please leave some love for poets by retweeting their work or at least giving them a like today.


Haiku with Old Hope

old hopes and dreams
erasing pins and deleting links
flowers that didn’t bloom


Some dreams just don’t work out. Some flowers just don’t come to fruition. So we erase and start over. I hope this next year is a good one for us all.


FF The Last Set of Stairs

Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers that write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We are allowed to use the photo in our post and encouraged to leave each other comments. I always appreciate anyone who takes the time to leave a comment on any of my posts. I write my story before I read any of the other writer’s creations.

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If you are unsure of the rules/form of Friday Fictioneers then please go to Rochelle’s blog by clicking on her name above.

stair case,steps,cracked steps,hand rail,railing,


  The Last Set of Stairs

He said her dreams lay at the top.

She wrinkled her nose at the dirty steps. It was obvious that no caretaker had been here. How could he be rich and have servants if the steps leading up to his home were this dirty?

Jolene let his hand drop from hers and backed away. The pain in his face became too much to bear, so she turned around. She walked quietly back to her car.

John walked up the servant’s entrance to his family’s 150 year old mansion. The diamond ring in his pocket poking him with every step.

Sleeping Wrong

sprouting iris,twisting leaves,shoots,

Sleeping Wrong

crick in my neck

from trying to find

solace in my pillow

uneasy dreams made

me toss and turn

the burn in my neck

throughout the day

brings them back to me

when they should be vapor


This poem was inspired by a bad mattress and the micropoetry prompt #fieryverse.
I hope you are full of turkey and sleep well tonight! Happy Thanksgiving everyone!!

In the Rocking Chair: a mother’s thoughts.

baby sucking bottle


In the Rocking Chair

Sleep: he is heavy in my hands

Secure: he is relaxed against my chest

Comfort: his breath is warm on my neck

Dreams: he twitches under my chin

Love: his warmth against me


I loved and hated those days all at the same time. I hated being stuck in a chair, I hated having to be so quiet, but I loved the feel of my little one in my arms. Do you remember those days? Are you in those days now?

A quote on Courage and Dreams. (Link Up)

It takes a lot of courage to show your dreams to someone else. –Erma Bombeck

It does take a lot of courage. I have made two posts, prior to this, asking people to link back to their blog. No one did it.
If you want to put a link in the comments, to a post of yours or your Facebook page, or just the homepage of your blog, feel free to do so. You don’t have to write anything, or you can write a reason as to why people should visit your page. Promote yourself because no one else is going to. Sure people may not visit, but you’ll never know if you don’t try. It’s a new year, be brave!

Challenge Post #18

Day 18- Plans/dreams/goals you have

Personal dreams: I have several, but the only one I am seriously pursuing at this point is to publish a book of poetry through a publishing house. I would like to travel to Europe or the Caribbean at some point in the future. I would like to vacation in Washington D.C.

Dreams for my son: That he feels confidant enough to pursue his dreams, that he has the means to pursue his dreams, and that those dreams involve God.

Dreams for my country: For us to finally, and REALLY, come out of this recession, that has felt more like a depression. For Congress to stand together as brothers rather than hate each other like enemies.
What are your dreams for yourself? For your country?



Hold fast to dreams

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird

That cannot fly.


Hold fast to dreams

For when dreams go

Life is a barren field

Frozen with snow.


Langston Hughes

This poem has been an inspiration for me since I was in Junior High. It used to hang on my bedroom wall. It reminds to me to keep on.  To follow my heart and my dreams even when it seems like I’ll never make it.

I recently checked out a Shel Silverstein book for my son at the library. I had forgotten how much I liked his poetry. Here is the poem that has been keeping me inspired and upbeat this last week:

Put Something In

Draw a crazy picture,

Write a nutty poem,

Sing a mumble-grumble song,

Whistle through your comb.

Do a loony-goony dance

‘Cross the kitchen floor,

put something silly in the world

That ain’t been there before.

Shel Silverstein

Do you have dreams that you’ve held onto? What are your dreams?
Write me in the comment section.