44 Drums

At DVerse, for quadrille Monday, we are drumming! I have many positive associations with drums and drumming, so this was fun, but still difficult to write one that I wanted to share. Tell me what you think about this. ūüôā¬†

Words are pounding in my mind,
They can’t sneak out of this skull,
But need a pen as a conduit:

My heart speaks nervousness
As it drums against the lungs
Like bongos :
I need to let
The words go

They’ve been muted too much.

D√©cima: Practice Never Ends

This is for Ronovan Writes’¬†d√©cima challenge and¬†FOWC: Practice. Also, I didn’t mean to make this poem so depressing, but sometimes one can’t help what one wants to write.¬†

When life gives little healing balm,
When to escape I have an itch
And would give anything to switch,
I have to practice being calm.

There’s joy and pain inside each psalm.
I must believe that joy outweighs
Despair, and waits for a surprise,
Available to open eyes —
I’m ready for it to amaze,
But practice patience since pain stays.

Caverns of the Mind

This is for Linda G. Hill’s SoCS: Cave.¬†

The human psyche’s cavernous
With many crannies and nooks —
All that’s in a single mind
Could fill up thousands of books!
Confusing it can be to map
Including hidden dangers,
Some people do not make the trek
And from themselves are strangers.

Décima: Dammed Anger

This is for Ronovan Writes’s third d√©cima challenge, using the word MAD. Note: I am not saying you should complain about everything to all or even most people. It’s crucial to be honest with yourself and maybe a few other, trusted people, though. I have learned that through experience.

Anger is dammed, but I’m still mad:
Woe to the one on which it flows!
Hidden inside, it’s poison — throws
A soul into a pit, dark, sad —

Anger can’t be trashed, must be had.
Let it flow through blood and body
Giving valuable energy
When it is not locked in the heart.
Let it out slowly; make a start,
And find freedom in honesty.


I sat down to write a poem related to FOWC: Polite and this came out. 

Polite raindrops

Knock softly on the rooftop:

Will you let in peace,

Or stay with unhappiness?

Crying together,

Being together

Brings its own unique peace,

And this spring rain —

It is gentle today.

The Devil You Know…

This is for two of Fandango’s prompts, February Expressions #26, and today’s FOWC: Treatment. Denial of the need for treatment is common in any form of addiction, as well as sometimes denial that there is even a problem. In my experience dealing with an eating disorder, a person might know they have a problem, but they are even more scared of the reason why they turned to the addiction in the first place, the underlying emotions and trauma.

The devil I know is like a black hole

Sucking all light from around it,
Making everything in its surroundings
Feel its crushing, massive weight.

The devil I don’t know, lurks in
Murky depths and even-darker shadows.

I keep telling myself
I can avoid this event horizon.


She thought she might be better in 3 days

Or maybe a week or two, she certainly

wasn’t expecting 3 months, although she

should have been expecting that, I mean,

a fellow patient in the hospital told her

“you could be a model if you gained weight”

if she GAINED weight, that’s how

messed up she was, and deep down,

buried under all the lies she knew it

somewhere in her gut, whose cries she’d

been ignoring, and it was SO HARD

to learn how to listen again and for the

longest time she wondered, “How am I

going to fit food in here when there’s

all this anger taking up the space?”

A cathartic piece for DVerse MTB.

Hope’s Secret

This short poem is for DVerse Poetics, where we are writing about secrets. I am also linking to One-liner Wednesday.

Who knows why suffering exists?

Some is open, some is kept secret.

Some believe in future redemption,

But even they will admit:

Only God knows the details

And timing, and He keeps it secret.


And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.

– Romans 8:28 (KJV)