This poem was prompted by a “moon” theme over at @storysaturday on Twitter.
Category Archives: Micropoetry
Renewed Life In the Plains
sweet breaths of pale blue
crocuses fill the prairie
-life blooms evermore
The Broken Nest
Red-stained, broken wings
the Eagle wobbles on a
barren branch-her cries
echo through the misty gorge
The feathered-brown nest
lies shattered on the bare rocks
below-its silence
snapped as the Eaglet soars high
Grave Regrets
Those angelic blue
eyes in search of the woman
he thought he married
only to be left
under the frigid head-stone
unvisited for
twenty-some regrettable
years-is it too late
to say that “I am sorry?”
The Old Covered Bridge
whiffs of gas and oil
permeate the warped aged-wood
where echoes of dreams
—-linger
Longing For Home
Blue-gray
rolling peaks mark
the burnished horizon
potted with snowy, ancient scars
I am lost to you
Journey
from the green mountains
to the golden, lush prairie
the road continues
Steps to Hope
wooden steps lead to
darkness surrounds all
who asks shall receive
hope, eternal life
Blind
wet, rugged path slopes
towards the dark, green valley
my eyes see no more
30 Days of Poetry Love with Carrie Golden – iheartallstories
As part of the National Poetry Writing Month, I’ve been interviewed for I Heart All Stories. 30 Days of Poetry Love with Carrie Golden – iheartallstories.
Anxiety
heart thumping, blood runs
cold, hands shaking, nerves rattled
=life as an adult
Wings
as the sun rays warm
my heart skips for the dreams that
sprout their wings and soared
Despair
warm, salty droplets
descend unyieldingly to
the sea of sorrows
Three Reasons To Write Short Fiction
To be an apprentice to the craft of writing is a life-long endeavor. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. I discovered writing at the age of eleven; since then I’ve continued to learn new things about it, and about myself. Even at my age, I’m still trying to figure out what kind of a writer I am.
There are writers out there who know exactly who they are, and what they’re meant to write. There are others though that are still searching for their true calling as writers. I’m one of them. The only thing I’m certain of is that I want to help others through the written word.
I’m currently struggling to write anything longer than short fiction. I’ve tried to write novel-length stories for the past several years, and so far, I’ve only managed to complete a draft of one book (thanks to NaNoWriMo). That was back in 2008. I find it easier to finish shorter works whether they be fiction, essay, or a poem. So, does that mean I’m meant to be a short fiction writer (or an essayist, or even a poet) rather than a novelist?
Who knows!
Right now, I’m going to concentrate on writing short fiction (for 2015 especially) and see where it takes me. Here are my reasons for doing so:
1. My current lifestyle makes it difficult to focus on anything longer
2. I need to further hone my writing skills
3. I’m still figuring out which “niche” I should write in
2015 is looking to be a year full of changes for me. I will elaborate on them in later posts. These changes could be what will finally help me as a writer to get to that next level; whatever that may be.
Stay tuned!
Snowflakes (a haiku)
Snowflakes
Bright and icy they
provide the security
coat for the stranded
A haiku I wrote just for the fun of it. It was inspired by a recent snow/ice storm where the highways of Raleigh became gridlocked for several hours, and hundreds of cars were abandoned. This haiku was written (and dedicated) for all those poor mechanical things.
Poetry In Motion III: Seekers
Last one for the month…
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Poetry in Motion II: Barren
One more…
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A Poetry In Motion: Mist
I’m experimenting with one of my (micro) poems using PhotoShow.
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Tears
Tears
wet and salty they
hold my sorrows and mem’ries
’till we meet on that white shore
(1st appeared in my journal/memoir, Whispering Shadows)
Burn
Hot red and orange
leaves swirl in a fierce tempest
-the world burns and falls
