The space between
The snowfall and the first thaw:
Hidden yet real.
From barrenness there will be
Sweetness, sunshine — happiness.

Not silent spring yet:
I hear sparrows chirping, yet
Let us protect this.

Two poetic offerings, a tanka and a haiku, for Frank J. Tassone’s haikai challenge this week, spring equinox.


Who? What? Why?

It is haibun Monday at DVerse once again. This week, Toni is asking us about who inspired us to write, what our style is, and why we write. Join us at the link above!

My first journal entry

I have been writing since I was a small child, from my first journal at 5 years old and my second-grade teacher providing time to write in class. She supported my every attempt to write stories and poetry, even the most insane rhymes. Since then, and especially during the last few years, I have written in many styles. It is hard to find a favorite, as I naturally like variety.

As for why I write poetry, it definitely began as a need for self-expression and has now become such a part of me that I can’t imagine not writing each and every day.

Clouds across the sky

Writing weather predictions

Welcome the spring rains


Here is a response to the latest decastich challenge from Linda Luna, the mirror oddquain. I thought that was a very…odd…name for a type of poem, but it comes from the word “cinquain.” Cinquains have line lengths of 2, 4, 6, 8, and 2 syllables, but oddquains use only odd numbers: 1, 3, 5, 7, and 1. Mirror oddquains are made up of two oddquains, but the second one is “flipped,” so that the final syllable count is 1/3/5/7/1/1/7/5/3/1. Now, without any further ado, here is my poem. Thank you for your patience. 🙂


A moment

To just breathe, and be,

There’s no need to constantly

Work —


And it will be evident,

What a precious gift

That patience



Blossom: A Shadorma

This week’s “Meeting the Bar” is all about the Shadorma form. Like Manu other forms, it requires a particular syllable count but no rules about rhyme or meter. Due to the form’s unknown origins, Amaya is challenging us to write about some aspect of mystery, life, and death, but Shadormas can be about any topic.

Planted seeds

From darkness they rise:



Taking variable time,

To see true colors


For Poetics Tuesdaywe are writing about superheroes. I am not really interested in superhero movies or comics, so this was a challenge, but I thought of a good hero. This poem is also a quadrille.

What never stops working

And is always beating,

Making pathways possible

For blood full of oxygen?

What will tirelessly provide

For years and years of life,

And does not mind

To break and mend and break again?

The human heart: hero without a cape.


Update: I just missed the link up for DVerse but am still happy to have written and shared this. Also linked to Forgiving Fridays, since I think there’s nothing more forgiving than your own heart, always trying to keep you alive, no matter what you have done. This poem also refers to healing from a broken heart and forgiving the hurt and having courage to love again.

Goodness in the Rain

Grey-sky rain

Creates a dreary day,

In which we hide inside

Houses, and hope

For sunny skies.


But we will see

Goodness, in the midst

Of coldness and mists:

We see green grass growing,

And smell earthy petrichor,

And find out what the rain is for.

Ode to Hot Sauce

This week at DVerse, we are “firing up” our quadrille-writing skills, making sure to include a form of the word “fire.” This poem is just me being silly.

When life is bland, you make it flavorful,

When recipes need something, you make them whole,

Whether red or green, I choose to go

Ahead with smothering my food in habanero

Hot sauce, and I never tire:

You set my mouth and heart afire.