Poetics: Beginning at the End

This poem is for DVerse Poetics and is also partially inspired by FOWC: Issue. The line I used as inspiration is below. Also linking with One-Liner Wednesday / JusJoJan for today.


“Airless and unloved, in the dank basement of the mind” L. Igloria ~ A Reparation Continue reading

(In)Justice

This haiku was inspired by Frank J. Tassone’s haikai challenge, “Justice.” I am sharing this poem with JusJoJan: Spell because I had to spell some words in order to write this post. 🙂 I am also linking to DVerse OLN. Unfortunately, I missed the live portion, but it’s okay because I was having a very good day even without that. I hope to make it next time. Tomorrow I intend to post a longer poem than one haiku.

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A Jumble of Letters

Today is the 11th day of JusJoJan, and the prompt is “Letter,” which is easy to write about because every post is made up of letters. 🙂 I have started several more poems today than I have finished. Many letters have a line but no stanza, and some stanzas stand alone, without a poem. Maybe I could write a poem about that. 

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Snow and Mud and Ashes

This is for Linda Kruschke’s paint-chip poetry prompt, the first of this year. I’m not sure how well my “abstract poetry” turned out, but here it is, and I am sharing with DVerse OLN also.


A safety-orange traffic cone is brighter than day.
Snow blankets the ground, stifling any seedling
Which might emerge from what was once just mud.
Ashes from a campfire dapple snow with gray —

Seedlings push through the greatest of difficulties.
Angels can be made in snow, days made brighter,
Even those ashes speak of happier days gifted —

Some people have a raven’s shadow above their door, never lifted.

Sorry, when I am given “raven” as a prompt word, my mind always goes, “Poe.”

I Have Lived in Many Half-Worlds Myself

Upon reading “Flying Fish” by Carl Sandburg for the first time, I wrote this response. Sharing with DVerse Poets’ prompt, “A Conversation.”


I have lived in many half-worlds myself:
Something simultaneously hopeful and harrowing,
Days which are both depressive and lifted,
Days when despair drowns in floating faith

I have dreams in which I breathe
Under the seawater or up in the sky:
A wing thing. A fish thing.
Sometimes I have lived in that in-between —
And so I know you.


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A Storm Which Spouts Such Squalls

Do any of you sometimes experience so many thoughts and ideas going on in your mind, that you can’t write anything? That is what happened to me today. This ghazal, inspired by the current DVerse prompt about beginnings and endings, is what happened after I did a completely stream-of-consciousness free-write in my poetry notebook. No paragraphs, no capitalization, almost no punctuation….it was like reading The Sound and the Fury. Anyway, here is the slightly less messy mess that I came up with, after my first mess was completed. 

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Cozy Words

This quadrille is for DVerse, and when I saw the post title, “In the Inglenook,” I thought it must be gibberish because I had never heard that word before! Maybe it’s because I live in California, where we have no need of fireplaces (or, therefore, of inglenooks 🙂 ). Anyway, I am happy to have learned a new word today; here is my attempt at a quadrille!

But first, the definition quoted in the original DVerse post:

For those of you not familiar with the word, here is a definition:
INGLENOOK (noun,English)- A close intimate corner by a fireplace where people gather for warmth; from ingle, a hearth (Scots)

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The Darkness Turns

This sonnet was written about 3 weeks ago, shared with DVerse OLN.

The darkness turns to morning, noon to night:
The day is fleeting, fleet-footed and fast,
The sun retreating, sinking out of sight,
Because no single day can for long last.
Remember though: the dark will morning be,
Another day bestows another chance
To see the shining light of verity,
To hear the music yearning for a dance.
Take in refreshing colors of the dawn,
As temperature heats slowly from night’s chill:
It may seem slow, but quickly it is gone,
There is a time to empty and to fill.
The darkness turns, performs a pirouette —
There is a time to follow, and reset.