Foggy Future

For DVerse’s quadrille Monday #56, for which the word is muddle. I’m not quite as lost as the poem suggests, but this is semi-autobiographical.

Foggy Future

So many voices muddle the meaning

Of my life, unprompted opinions

Coming in, dimming my soul’s light.


Or trying, for I’m fighting.


Even in my own mind the options try

To compete — which one’s for me?

The past is a morass — the future foggy .




This was inspired by Frank J. Tassone’s latest haikai challenge, for which the word is twittering. This is probably not exactly on-prompt, but it seemed like a fun spin on it. Later I plan to write one that is actually about birds.

Moving branch to branch,
Twittering and snapchatting
Short attention spans.

What Happened?

I wrote this one yesterday….

What Happened?

What happened to neighbors

Borrowing cups of sugar from each other?

What happened to neighbors?


What happened to sitting on the

Front porch on a summer evening?

What happened to front porches?

What happened to sitting outside?


What happened to orange groves

And lemons smiling yellow, on the

Sides of tree-lined streets?

What happened to the trees?


What happened to having roots,

And how can we branch out without them?

Math Tutoring

I wrote this while thinking about my job, which I love. However, most of my students would rather be doing anything other than extracurricular math. This poem is my first attempt at a sonnetina cinque. I hope I did this form correctly.

Delightful is my work to me but not
To all the children who arrive each day,
They sometimes do not do the work they ought,
They would prefer to go outside and play
Then do their math, so for patience I pray.
Delightful is my work to me although
Some students find it fun to misbehave,
I hope that all of my dear students know
That I care much for them, and I will save
These memories, as they their futures pave.

Ridiculous Tragedy

Over at Real Toads, Frida Kahlo, her quotes, photos, and paintings, are our inspiration today. I used the following quotation: “Nothing is worth more than laughter. It is strength to laugh and to abandon oneself, to be light. Tragedy is the most ridiculous thing.” – Frida Kahlo

When I entered recovery,
I knew it was serious when
Someone told me,
“You could be a model if you gained weight.”

And –even she thought this was funny —
The doctor I saw,
Her name was Barbie
(And yes, her husband was Ken).

I still have to laugh years later
Otherwise I’d go crazy ( -er ) —
My brothers like to play this computer game
Don’t Starve, and when I see that
I want to say,
“I play that game every day.”


This time for DVerse Poetics, Jilly is inviting all of us to get a little wild. Unsurprisingly, this prompt was a challenge for me. I’m known for being rather inside-the-box.

Sometimes —
Even though I hate having
Wind in my hair
And dirt on my hands
And getting bitten by bugs,
I hear the wilderness
Calling like a wolf’s howl,
Chorusing like the crickets,
Shining like constellations
Showing me the way.

Sometimes —
I can’t keep walking along
Pristine paved roads,
Though I like the little
Flowers in their lines,
I must make my own footprints
Blaze a new trail
With the fire of passion
And zeal // the wilderness
Is often truer, more real.

Mary and Saint Joseph

The month of May, in the Catholic Church, is dedicated to Mary, and on May 1st it was the feast of “Saint Joseph the Worker.” This celebration was instituted in order to combat communism’s emphasis on workers’ worth for the state and to remind people of everyone’s worth before God, no matter what their profession is. Joseph was a humble carpenter and not prestigious in his lifetime, yet he is greatly respected by the Church. I thought it was interesting that his feast opens the month of Mary.

“Mary” is one of the options for this week’s haikai challenge from Frank J. Tassone.

The month of May: Saint Joseph,
Mary’s faithful spouse.