Hopelessly Romantic

This week’s quadrille prompt is “fix.” Inspired by true events. *laughs*

She often reads intentions
Which do not exist
In her male friends’ actions:
This hopeless romantic
Might be melted by a smile
Or any surprising kindness,
The distance twixt her daydreams
And the truth being miles.
Her sometimes-silly
Unguarded heart needs to be fixed!

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Prepare a Place for Hope

This week, Frank challenges us to write a 14-line poem. I was going to write a sonnet but decided to try two Chaucerian stanzas. My poem is inspired by today’s Gospel reading, which is John 14:1-6.

The Lord has said He will prepare a place
And that He will return to take us back,
So that we may live always face to face,
Realizing finally there is no lack
In love, and that there’s safety from attack.
We must wait patiently for His return,
The chaste heart of His bride He will not spurn.

His words were difficult to understand,
Even for His disciples to believe.
In times distressing we look to what’s planned
And know that there is someday a reprieve,
Pure paradise which we will never leave:
There are manifold places there to dwell,
I long for that day when all will be well.

Morning to Night

Today at DVerse Poetics, Bjorn asks us to write about solitude. He adds, “Solitude to me is a tool to handle loneliness,” an insight that I really liked. This poem was inspired by the fact that I tend to do most of my writing in the morning, yet I also wrote this poem just now.

It is early in the morning,
No one to greet except Jesus
And the sun, prayers rising,
And pen bringing more words,
Companions into my world.

It is getting late at night,
With the moon out to play
And many people sleeping, less light,
With pen vivifying more verses
To get through this darker time.

Silly Putty

Today at DVerse, we are mixing a bit of silliness into our quadrilles.

When anxiety hits,
Silly Putty is my weapon:
Taken in my hands
And squeezed, it frees
All that emotion.

Once, a friend, said
“Can I see it
For a minute?”
He drew a smiley,
Which transferred to the putty,
Put smiles on my face.


Come With Me to Maui

For NaPoWriMo day 29, I am responding to DVerse’s prompt, Take Me With You!, and Poets and Storytellers United’s challenge to use enjambment. I didn’t use it for even close to every line, but hopefully there is enough of it.

Come with me, back to last summer:
I had not wanted to take a 5-hour plane flight,
I had not wanted to be with my family for a whole week —
But come with me, to the Lava Java shop
Or the sweet and savory pie place;
Come get a facial and massage at a spa
Smell the salty air and feel free
Even in the humidity, to embrace
Many beaches (with no need for any face
Mask) — In Kihei there were so many
Chickens in the roads, it seemed like a joke.

I wonder if the roosters rule the town now.
Come with me to see, some other summer.


This is (finally) my response to DVerse’s Quadrille Monday. Our word is “flush.”

When I look at you and smile,

Do my cheeks flush pink?

Are my feelings written boldly

In their shyness, like all this ink?


When my heart becomes a-flutter

Like a hummingbird, will it nectar drink?

Promise me this buoyant feeling

Will not sink.

Canine Companions

For NaPoWriMo day 21 (it is day 21, right?), I have written in response to DVerse’s prompt about animal companions. As my family has no pets, I was unsure what to write about, until inspiration walked right past my window. 😊

With no cute animal to cuddle here,

What joy it is, to look outside and see

Through open windows, sunlight welcome, clear:

Several owners of dogs, walking daily,

Brief but cute glimpses are a light to me.

Masked owners with their canines walk the street —

It’s too bad that we’ll likely never meet.


The Lines // Can Be Broken

For DVerse, we are writing about order and our relationship to it. NaPoWriMo day 15.

Rhyme and rhythm keep a steady beat,
Yet I will write wherever the muse goes:
Sometimes a break in rhyme is needed.

And the lines
can be broken

To piece together ideas unspoken.
In many forms is found my poetry,
In writing, finding new pieces of me.



A Holy Week Without the Liturgy

Day 10. I  wasn’t going to post this but have not been able to write anything better for Frank’s prompt at DVerse about seven-line poems. 

The virus isolation breaks my heart,

Especially with no Eucharist received

Nor even seen in person — though apart

And with so many others, greatly grieved,

Faith lives in hope — she’s blessed who has believed.

I live-stream watching Mass and Tenebrae, *

Lamenting that they’ve taken Him away.


*Tenebrae is a liturgical service during Holy Week. If you want to know more, click here.