Infected With Infernal Blight

For this and that from MLMM, and for DVerse’s quadrille Monday (not late! just depressing!). I promise I’m not like this all the time in real life. “Possibility” is an optimistic word, and I could have taken it in a positive direction, but that is not what happened. Maybe I will try again later. Anyway, without further ado…. Continue reading

Trapped in Ponderings

This was written for this prompt about “trapped.” I just found that site last week, and it seems cool so far. I pondered trying to write something a little happier, but it’s difficult to write a positive post about being trapped. A lot of times I get trapped in my own over-thinking!


I am banging on the doors.
My mind is closing in
Look! See outside a window!
I am banging on the doors
Imploring them to open.
Outside is fuller life, I know!
I am banging on the doors,
Budging them?
                           A hallucination.

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Rowing

Inspired by MLMM’s photo challenge #328, I wrote this cherita,


Rowing the boat across something so pure and pristine —

Are you rowing on freshly-fallen snow?
A blanket underneath a remarkably blank, white sky?

And the other man with you — is he Charon?
Is this Styx? Are you rowing into a void,
Which none of us knows and none can avoid?

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Long Flight

This is my response to the Saturday Mix (on a Monday), “opposing forces.”


When the plane departed it was dark;
Now upon arrival the sky is light:
Time passed faster, going west to east,
From resting place to whence the sun comes.
Now, after this long flight she finds
A place where maybe she can stay.

Rhyme Time!

I apologize: This seems to be the only way that I can fit all five of those rhyming words in one poem. This dark limerick is for today’s Saturday Mix on MLMM.


He’d wanted a wife his whole life,
But marriage with conflicts was rife —
So sad and defeated
He felt that he needed
To end all that strife with a knife.

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Every New Start

This is for MLMM’s Tale Weaver prompt and this week’s décima challenge, where we are supposed to use the word “wind” in the B rhyme spot. Follow the links for more info! 


The close of day is no dead end:
Though the path out may wend and wind,
The pinkish dawn is ripe to find
A better way, and hope, to tend.

The close of day is wont to send
Symbolic messages of fear;
Ignore that siren-song and steer
Away from treacherous creatures.
Nightmares to dreams: morning features
New rosiness of life to cheer.

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What Is the Hunter Hunting?

This was inspired by this week’s paint-chip poetry. Linda asks us to write about the key to happiness using at least 4 of the colors’ names.

Orion hunts after sunset,
Rising in his night-sky dwelling:
He tries to find a balm for scars,
And aloe vera doesn’t go too far.
He tries to find fame in a red carpet,
But he is made of other stars.
Around him he sees darkness,
But this is no total eclipse.
He does not know he casts a long
Shadow because he’s already
So close to the light.