For DVerse’s MTB this week. Our topic is sleep.

We had no constraints or guidelines as far as form or rhyme scheme, and I decided to write a haibun. 

My eyes, and your eyes, are windows through which we see souls. Connections. Hopes. Dreams. Lift the curtains of sleep. Make smaller the space between.


Blue as a clear sky,

Clean as springs from melting snows,

To see, to live dreams.



Today at DVerse, Lillian has come up with the fun prompt of writing a poem including our birthstone. Since my birthday is in June, my birthstone is both pearl and moonstone. I wrote this poem inspired by pearls, but I might also write one about moonstones. Amethysts are my favorite gems, so I sort of wish I was born in February, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t write a poem about them, too! Anyway, here is my poem.

Sometimes I have felt like an oyster,

Life has thrown sand in my face

And in my mouth, irritating —

But I have survived, and thrived.

I hope that as life unfurls,

I will discover many pearls.

And here is a micropoem (technically not a haiku) just for some added fun:


Pearl in the oyster:

Sorrow gives birth to beauty,

Worn around my neck.

Play On

If, as Shakespeare says,

Music be the food of love,

May my fingers on ebony and ivory

Piano keys sprinkle salt and pepper,

May my voice offer a variety

Of spices, creating flavor with the skill

Of a professional chef,

Blending two hearts together.


This week’s quadrille word was spice.


Jill has challenged us to write a poem inspired by  “The Raven.” I actually wrote several, and below is my favorite. It is written in a form called a nocturna, a nine-line poem with the rhyme scheme abacbcdbd and a nighttime theme.

What am I doing up at midnight?

What is this haunting raven for?

I wish she’d raged against the dying of her light —

My maiden beautiful and fair,

My maiden lost too soon, Lenore,

Whose memory is ever there

In the bleakness of December snows,

Amidst my tomes of forgotten lore,

“Nevermore,” the raven croaks — he knows! he knows!


Sweetness is buried beneath this,

Overwhelming waves a salty, deadly kiss,

Reviving fears, and mirroring tears

Rolling down my cheeks, as if

Off a cliff, when I’m feeling

Weak — sweetness is buried beneath this, oh

Say Lazarus, Lazarus! Lazarus!


Linked to DVerse’s OLN 204. I am actually not sure what this poem is about, exactly. 


For this week’s poetics challenge of DVerse, we have been challenged to write a poem composed entirely of questions. I am not sure who has the answers, or if any of us has any answers.

Do dragons exist?

Is there, on his way,

A handsome prince?

Is it strong,

The monster guarding me?

Is it stronger,

My own willingness

To fight valiantly,

Even if Prince Charming

Is alarmingly late?

Is there such a thing

As fate?


This week’s Haibun Monday which I am responding to on a Tuesday, is about why we write the way we do. It’s a tough question and a challenging prompt but a fun one to complete! I was looking forward to seeing what I would come up with and what my fellow poets would write as well.

Sometimes it feels slow and painful to put pen to paper. Other times it’s like a heavenly muse inspires, and I am its scribe. Sometimes my poetry begins darkly, but I try to be careful around quicksand, and grab the hand of God, my hope, before any negativity sucks me under.


Why does spring return,

Fighting, dancing with seasons?

They are taking turns.