All I wanted was to stop the noise;
the bleak conversations in my head.

My whole life has been words-
words and thousands of tears.
You brought me baubles and beads,
gold, shiny things, but, oh!,
what I would have given
for a few moments of your time.

I see you standing there
your hands holding long, red stems

after you stole my heart.

Day 29 of NaPoMo (a poem a day in April for National Poetry Month)


The Saddest Season

Blooming can be the saddest season.
Grow, spread,
wither away

like petals
from a tombstone
covered in last Winter’s poinsettias.

I closed my window ,
drew the blinds,
wandering through the wildflowers
of my mind

to the last glimpse of sun;
feelings following the scent
of honeysuckles

all the way to the end of April.


~Day 28 of NaPoMo *a poem a day in April for National poetry month)


Love Letter 39: Flawed

I am still spinning

clay, on a wheel,
shaped, molded,

and thrown back in

while his eyes shine
like a Cullinan diamond;

like an artist
admiring his own

shining a spotlight
on the innate imperfections;

the painted peculiarities of me;

he counts the strands of hair
down my back,
numbered, woven silk

spun by his hand.

Day 26 ( of a poem a day in April for National Poetry Month)


You are not alone

Working on my book and thought I should share a few thoughts…If you are feeling lost, betrayed, abandoned or alone, I have been there and I can tell you, you are never alone. If you have lost family or friends, God will restore relationships and even bring you new family and friends, and as in my case, he will even bring you someone who loves you unconditionally. Someone who sacrifices their own needs to make you happy; someone who puts you first…someone who makes you laugh when you are in tears…someone who not only accepts you with all of your baggage, but puts it on their back and carries it with you. So, if you are looking around and see no one, it is an illusion because if you see only one set of footsteps, they aren’t yours…..I love you all …. and I am not the only one… ❤


Love Letter #38 Poetic Device

I taped your words
to a quiet place in my mind
so that all I have to do
is close my eyes

to read you.

I eat, sleep and dream
high on metaphor,
romanced by alliteration;

imagery like flowers
brings me to my knees
in a garden
of syllables.

Sprinkle my senses
with sweet assonance;

two lumps of inspiration in my morning coffee.

~Day 26 of NaPoMo (a poem a day in April for National Poetry Month)



Rumors flew south
for the winter-
February came and went
and we never saw a trace
of your heart.

April, she blows in
like a Texas storm,
quietly crushing softness
to the pit, so it hurts
leaving us still as the words
left unsaid,

swept under the welcome mat,
hung on the clothesline
like Grandma’s tea towels;

crisp and hard
when they come down.

Day 25 of NaPoMo (a poem a day in April for National Poetry Month)



The trees are barren
as this paper
as I try to write
what is acceptable,
what is popular.

Well, suppose I don’t care
what they think

or how many look away

when the light of my syllables
touch the retina.

Day 24 of NaPoMo (a poem a day in April for National Poetry Month.)