Tanka Tuesdays | Dressed Up

as a country girl 
there are three times in life where
you get dressed up
proms, weddings, someone’s funeral
deep in the Fall season


I don’t know how many times I’ll be able to do Tanka Tuesdays in a row, but I am going to get a couple up this month. I will continue to post something every Monday for you, and I will try to make it a haiku. And yes, I exaggerate a little in this poem, but I was speaking of formal dresses, which I have worn 5 times in my 31 years. Just for kicks, here I am dressed up on my 31st birthday. You can’t see my bottom half, but that’s alright because I was wearing jeans anyway.

Tanka Tuesday| Small Things

  Small Things
rabbit hides in the
shadow of the sapling
he looks silly
then I remember I said
I’d be grateful for small things
  April 2016


So I said I’d share haiku, and this is a tanka. Oops. At least I am going to share every day this week. I managed to get my posts scheduled. I used to do Tanka Tuesdays because for a while I was churning them out. I also wrote and shared over a year’s worth of small stones poetry which is basically micropoetry. Click the bolded words to find more of my work. Remeber to hit Like when you like what you read!

heifers grazing,cattle on the hill,cows eating,angus cows,

There’s no rabbit in the picture if you’re looking! I didn’t get a picture of him, so this will have to do.

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.

I don’t do anything halfway.

cacti,succulent,flower,green plant,


watering cacti
even though it’s not dry
wanting to do more
over doing it because
I don’t do anything halfway


Tanka are supposed to be autobiographical. So I am just gonna post this and say that sometimes the poems I post are deeply personal.

Chronic Pain

mimosa tree,pink bloom,

  Chronic Pain

in my quietest space

there is still noise

because pain is a

banging cymbal that

never stops vibrating

the shockwaves

roll over me until

I lay down in defeat


This poem is my last micropoem for the year unless I finally start going through my saved tweets on Twitter and write more. It was inspired by #MSpoetry a micropoetry prompt that doesn’t get enough attention. Once again, if you have a Twitter account, please check out the work on these hashtags, even if you don’t participate you can favorite tweets to let people know that you like their work.

A Lucid Daydream


painted tree,sign of hope,spirit tree,big sky,cloudy sky,


Maybe it is just
a lucid daydream
Maybe I’m not
really sitting here
Maybe it’s going
to be alright


I wish I could say I have written more for the #Writtenriver poetry prompt, but this is the last one I wrote for them. I hope to start feeling inspired and less tired this month. I think my hours are going to stay the same at my job for a while and I should be able to get a regular schedule down. I just feel so drained. I haven’t written anything since early October. I know that is just about 2 months but I am starting to get concerned with myself. I have plenty of old poetry that I can post to the blog, I just wish I could still churn out new poetry like I was doing last year.

The Songs of Summer Chide Me

summer flowers,summertime,

Back Pain

the songs of summer
float through the crack in the door
they chide me for
laying on the couch they don’t
understand how much I hurt



This poem was inspired on Twitter by a #MSPoetry micropoetry prompt.

What would you like to see next? Leave me a comment.

Swallowing Shadows


Swallowing Shadows

my light comes
from inside of me
so I can swallow shadows
that threaten to take
the day away
I fear no darkness
when the keeper
of light is a spirit
who burns within me


This short poem was inspired by #orjay number 923.

I am getting near the end of my micro/small stones poetry for this year. I thought about sharing my tanka with you. I have written a lot of it that I haven’t shared. Since I posted all of my recent poetry, I thought it might be fun to go back and show you the poems I wrote as a teenager. Leave me a comment and tell me which one you want me to do!

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!!

Like Marbles Rattling


Like Marbles Rattling

It is a burden
to carry around
like marbles rattling
in a mason jar
like a splinter
you can’t pull out
chronic regret
plaguing my mind


This poem was inspired by #orjay no. 506.

Monday did not go well. The Orthodontist that was working on me was in a hurry (she started on me an hour late) and didn’t stop to give me a break when I asked her to. She opened my mouth as far as it would open, then put clamps on my jaw so that it would stay open, and she left me like that for 2 hours. She was only done with 1 tooth when I started motioning for her to stop. She told me to wait, my tooth wasn’t set. I started crying and she said 10 more minutes. When she finally took the clamps out, the nurse got upset.

My jaw was locked open. I couldn’t shut my mouth I could only cry. The dentist looked in my face and told me, “You have to relax.” and started massaging my jaw. After about a minute, she forced my jaw to close. I think she actually dislocated my jaw. She said she wished she had known my jaw was going to lock up because then she would have done sedation dentistry; like it was my fault for not telling her. She said, “that scares my nurses when that happens. It scares me too.”
This has never happened to me before and I have had a lot of dental work done. So when I got home, I called my dentist and told them what had happened. The receptionist at my Dentist told me she was sorry, I’m not sure that the others did. It is hard to remember because I was in so much pain and so upset. I will have to go to another Orthodontist in December to finish the root canal on the 2nd tooth, then I will have to go back to my dentist for 2 permanent teeth.
It is Thursday and I am still sore on the right side of my face. The Orthodontist gave me muscle relaxers, but there were storms in our area that night so our weather radio kept waking me up. I did not get much sleep. I was so tense that I could barely tell I had taken any medicine.

All of the things dragging me to the floor.

snow,snowfall,mouse statue,hidden in the snow,

The One Thing I Said
everything I didn’t say
began to choke me
I know that I yelled
I know it was uncalled for
and it confused you
just be thankful
I only yelled about one thing
and not all of the things
dragging me to the floor
so many things are trying to
silence me forever
I had to let them know
I still have a voice

My long time readers probably noticed that I didn’t post a quote on Friday like I usually do. Well, Friday was a really bad day on all fronts. I am not superstitious, but that was the worst Friday the 13th I have ever had and the worst day I have had in a LONG time. Yesterday probably was probably bad too. Luckily I have about 6 weeks of Haiku set to post on Mondays. I will try to get some of my micropoetry scheduled to post as well. Sickness still has a hold on my son and he had a fever all weekend. He has a virus so all I can do is fight the fever and play with him. I almost had a panic attack in Walmart on Friday night when I went to pick up his meds. My physical health is not 100% and work is getting really stressful.
If things were going smoother on Monday, and going as planned, I had a double root canal followed by getting double crowns that afternoon. Check my Twitter, I will try to post updates to it this week.

Press Save

wall memorial by Thomas Hart Benton

Press Save
My future has been saved
like a word document
It is written in blood
the flames of hell will not
scorch this flesh, Jesus saves


I am still sharing my micropoetry from earlier in this year. I will start sharing either Tankas, or Cinquain poems next. Which would you like to see?