The Twenties

This decade we return to
The roaring twenties —
Back then there were plenty
Of threats, just no one knew
About them yet.

I wonder if these twenties
Will be roaring —
When it seems more likely
That I, for one, might be
Cowering and whimpering.

DVerse’s quadrille prompt is “roar” this week. I’m kind of scared for the future….

Key Lime Pie

This is for JusJoJan day 9, and also for Fandango’s prompt, zest. I am also linking this to the first DVerse OLN of 2020. Evidently, I am still enamored by the key lime pie that my family made for Christmas Eve! 


Scrumptious key-lime pie

Made with the juice and zest

Of pucker-inducing citrus —

Graham crackers and butter

Together create the crust,

With filling rich and smooth,

Pillows of whipped cream

To appease a sweet tooth.




Beginning Again

I’m a little behind on prompts, so this poem is for Frank’s haikai challenge about the Wolf Moon, DVerse’s haibun Monday about beginnings, and JusJoJan day 7, “mix.”

At the beginning of this year, I think of the last — a mixture of joyous and difficult, heavy on the bitterness — and I get nervous. Emotions cannot void the truth: that I got through 2019 (someone even told me I was thriving), and the same can be for 2020. Memories of sadness stick a little better, but count the stars of happy moments — if you are able to number them.

January moon
After fullness starts anew —
Stellar companions


All Aglow

This week’s quadrille prompt is the word “glow.”

Backdrop is the unlit room
On this chilly winter night:
Christmas tree is all aglow
With ornaments reflecting lights
And memories to give delight,
Despite some tastes of bittersweet.
See also branches, candy canes
Hanging from evergreen pines.
Regard the sweetness this season finds.

close up of christmas decorations hanging on tree
Photo by Miesha Moriniere on

When the Past Echoes

There seems to be

No organization —

Yesterday is today

Tomorrow is last week

(Tomorrow is bleak) —

Fifty years from now

Is a second ago,

And three years

Three hundred fifty-

Nine days ago


That was is yesterday.

I hope this fits the prompt well enough for DVerse Poetics: Echo.