a twiglet


as grassy ditches burst

with sunshine of

dandelion smiles


while sweet lilacs coax

honey bees to hum


and wee apple tree happily blooms…


when spring sings everywhere,

then hope rides the air!



gringas in mexicali

Linda challenges us with paint chip poetry…I used them all for the fun of it!




In breezy conversation
at the Indigo Cafe
our waiter recommends
the special for today:
tostados rancheritos
smothered with
habanero sauce
“I’ll try it,” I responded
not thinking of the cost.

My hot tongue pricks
with pins and needles
my gut it churns to mud
consciousness is quicksand
I fall to floor with thud
my friend now questions waiter
how four-star menu rates
We fear those rancheritos
may lead to pearly gates!




our choice


embrace death

it is everyone’s end

accept the coldness

into your spirit well

before it strikes you

down, go down to it


choose life

to live every day

accept what it gives

with an open spirit

don’t let life slip away

step up, live up to it



“This day I call the heavens and the earth as witnesses against you that I have set before you life and death, blessings and curses. Now choose life, so that you and your children may live.”  –Deuteronomy 30:19 NIV



Palinode poem where first verse is refuted by second…link to dVerse poetics with Grace hosting today.

primal instinct


loud bawl of mourning

wide-eyed cow calls to dead calf

udder full of milk


harvest coming

The day my father died,

warm body barely cooled,

Holy Spirit nudged pastor

to visit; he offered prayer

as hearse driver waited.

We circled to hold hands

with hospice social worker,

asking God for His peace.

Pastor said, “Death is

like planting a seed…”


Linking to dVerse poets invited to write quadrille (44 words) on “seed” theme.

sorrow’s ebb & flow



death is pond ripple

concentric rings pulsing out

mark place of impact



grief is rogue sea wave

turbulence serges higher

wipe-out on beach

soul without shell



death is empty egg

hope’s promise of life deferred

only shell remains



grief is thick blind slug

vulnerable on mud path

unaware it’s stuck



I write these haiku one week after my father’s funeral.

sorrow’s weight in tears


death is squared
concrete vault
heavy, cold, uncaring

grief is round
worn river stone
smooth, comforting

to carry inside
your pocket until it
grows warm, familiar

take it out,
gently turn over
in hands to examine


death is sharply
broken, black umbrella
ruined beyond repair

grief is softly
falling rain shower
watering the garden

you stay out
in the weather
exposed to droplets

look up at
grey skies with
blurred vision, wet face

shutterstock image

“Oh, when will autumn moon…

“Oh when will autumn moon and spring flowers end?
How many past events I’ve known.
The east wind buffeted my room again last night,
I cannot bear to remember the bright moon of the old country.
The marble steps and carved balustrades must still be there,
The people’s rosy cheeks are all that’s changed.
How much sorrow can one man have to bear?
As much as a river of spring water flowing east.


how long fall moon and spring bloom shall last?
how many happenings of life have passed?
a northwest wind rattled my window last night
i’ve forgotten how summer moon glows full-bright
old stairway and front porch of home still there
how many memories must bereaved woman bear?
faded are rosy cheeks of my childhood
as river of time flows through tears’ wildwood



Laura Bloomsbury invites us to imitate Chinese-style poetry at dVerse poetics. First stanza is a translation from Chinese, second is my interpretation with added rhyme.

as an eagle soars


i’ve witnessed an

eagle’s presence,

intent, immovable

eyes keen for detail

to build sturdy nest

rule over his domain

with faithful mate

train their young

push out of nest

let go in flight


i’ve watched him

dive determined

for a fish; swoop

over quiet water

to swiftly, deftly

bring it up with

quick strong talons

but he’s most regal

when he soars upon

wind under wings!


—-for Dad





I’ve given my body

to my children as

a living inheritance

of primal sustenance

vital to ensure their

childhood survival;

for life education and

milestone celebration.



A woman’s body

amazes, astounds

envelopes, nurtures,

stretches elastic

grows softly round

with love surrounds

heartbeat pounds.



They left their marks

indelible, incredible

creases, sags, bags

every gray hair is

strand of costly

(and mostly, yes)

sweet memories

rooted in the heart.



Linking to Grace’s prompt to write “body” poems at dVerse poets pub today…



healthy, strong

moving, growing, thriving

loud, beloved, withdrawn, quiet

slipping, falling, fading

weak, slow


A diamante poem, diamond shape list exploring opposites written to specific form. Today I will admit my father to hospice care.

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