civil (?) rights

Joining Real Toads in Imaginary Garden today on the theme:                                           “I Have No Mouth but I Must Scream” -title by Harlan Ellison


unborn baby girl
dodging abortion’s
sharp instruments

has mouth but
voice not heard
muffled in womb

unsafe sanctuary
tiny life unwanted
no fault of her own

they shout about
women’s rights,
“now let me grow

into a woman
strong, nurturing
seasoned in love —

help! it’s got me!
torn me…bleeding”
hear silent scream

dressed in their best

summer afternoon in

grandmother’s garden

follow sunlit pathway

strawberry blonde girl

clutches watering can

to sprinkle flowers

her smile like daisies

picked by chubby fingers

her cheeks reflect color

of bright hair bow and

bold rose briar blooms

garden and granddaughter

both cultivated, well-groomed

portrait of fresh youth

wholesome in nurture



Girl with Watering Can – Renoir

innocent bubbles

Trying to meet the challenge of writing a poem/haiku every day for National Poetry Month,  I found this draft poem I wrote (never posted) to an earlier dVerse prompt; a true story in quadrille form of 44 words.


rising bubbles,

hint of troubles

hot sun, stay cool

float in deep pool

girl cannot swim

slips thru ring’s rim

bubbles, bubbles

danger doubles

sinking under

filled with wonder

relaxed, no panic

water clear blue

go down for two

beautiful bubbles

belie her troubles


Thanks, Dad, for “fishing” me out in time…and paying for swimming lessons soon after!

purity (boy or girl?)

Anticipating new grandchild and contemplating “purity” theme at CDHK.

photo by Ladd

photo by Ladd

promise of new life

a singular affection

robins’ nest treasure

bathe with sea water

birth in gritty suffering

shell’s precious jewel

dreamstime image

dreamstime image

lil’ lovin’ limerick (2)

We hold a breathless love for grand daughter, Lydia Grace. 

IMG_5826 - Version 2

This little blond girl keeps us hoppin’

her energy level’s non-stoppin’

chasin’ the dog

or playin’ leapfrog

the outdoors begs us to go rompin’ !

He loves me…











it may seem

customary for

a girl to prefer

a dozen roses,

he decided to

defy tradition

by offering her

a lovely chain

of fresh daisies.

His unique gift

gently struck

a heart’s chord

which brought

forward a burst

of affection as

she stepped

close enough

to exchange a

petaled kiss.

 Daisy chain

Challenge to use word list from Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.


graced by a girl


sweet little girl in lavender and pink
flashes a smile that charms her grandpa’s heart
petite and quick, she runs if you give chase
she hugs and kisses teddy bear named pooh
then plays toy tractors just like all the boys
her hair is long enough for two pigtails
if she will sit for mom to comb and tie
she pulls out every book from grandma’s shelf
opens each one and turns a page to read
if weather’s warm, let’s go for wagon ride
barn kitten jumps inside to come along
our happy farm girl laughs, waving her hands!



 *another free verse in iambic pentameter