Threads of experience 

Interconnected slivers  

Glide and ripple  

Along life’s rivers 

Faith in my loving Creator 

Hope profoundly deep 

Dedication at thirteen 

A promise I strive to keep 

Peaks and valleys  

Punctuated with golds 

Triumphs and disappointments 

Layered, as life unfolds 

Family ties vary greatly  

Some tenacious, some not so strong 

With those with whom we marry  

To those to whom we belong 

Stepdads and moms 

Brothers, sisters, nieces 

Merging together gamely 

But then torn to pieces 

Human relations 

Consistently ranging 

Ruptured then mended 

Invariably messy, ever changing 

Dark emotion buried  

Stiffly knotted, tied ever so tight 

Deep blue in the warp string 

Holding on with all its might 

Bible study sessions 

Foreign language lessons 

Gorgeous shoe obsessions 

Too many possessions 

Lasagna making 

Chicken baking 

Classes taking 

Ground breaking 

Built our house 

Hubby and me 

Horizontal siding 

Purple salvia, green tree 

Stay up too late 

Sleep less than ideal 

Please don’t berate 

How unraveled I feel 

Body image is freckly pale 

Thick, thin, then thicker still 

Volume undulating like ocean waves 

Tides rising against my will 

Teaching, learning 

Reaching, yearning 

Sliver strands brush dishwater blond 

Wrinkles, crinkles, not so fond 

Mostly busy 

Doing two things at once 

Health is slipping  

Not so much bounce 

Some threads are sad and sickly 

Others richly full 

Some parts exciting 

Others exceedingly dull 

Colors vivid 

Colors dark 

Sometimes faded 

Yet has that spark 




Oceans of petals gently lap manicured lawns. Nodding and dancing to an unseen conductor.

Plump blossoms ripple and dip. Deep purple, red and white stripe, foamy pink, blinding yellow, rich tangerine, shy crimson and pearly white.

Soft sunlight catches their opalescence as they shimmer and sway.

Some in pots, some in beds. All waving merrily. Stretching to the sky.



Shimmering color trembles in clear sunlight, bright hands waving vigorously.

Acorns plummet onto littered lawns, attracting greedy squirrels and blue jays.

Sleek flames of crimson, tangerine and lemon leap their fetters; gliding in translucent swirls, sailing free.

Plump persimmons glow on skinny branches, shiny orbs of sweetness.

Spiders spin with increasing rapidity.

Fall is here.


Summer Rain

Red wine in jam jars

Gust of rain surprises

Quick hustle for cover

Barbeque interrupted

Fat drops on slick railings

Porch boards creak, chairs squeak

Sultry has turned chilly

Sundress clings to wet skin

Sudden shivers

Sweaters are found

Children wrapped in towels

Conversations resumed

Hot seeping through paper plates on laps

Youngsters chase and squeal

Lazy drip drip from the eaves

Wet roses give up their scent

As do jasmine and sweet peas

Mingle their perfume with wood smoke

And damp grass

Contented, sated, barely moving

Gentle languor sustained

As sun sets, stars shine

And fireflies take over


Writer’s Block Therapy – A Poem

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There’s a cure for what ails you

It’s not hopeless, not ever

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Write that opus …whatever

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Hit a blank in your prose or ever fret

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That vital arc

The hiding allusion

Your creative spark

It’s locked inside you

You just need the key

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And write like a dream

Throw out the curdles

And keep the cream

It’s ever so easy

The cost is so low

Get your Mastercard ready

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January 26, 2021 Poem

Right Turn Only

What if you could only turn right?

If left wasn’t an option?

Would you fuss and fume?

Curse the rules, refuse adoption?

Would you kick and scream, ”unfair…unfair”?

Pout due to fewer options from “here to there”?

Or would you just dig in and begin your “going”?

Adapt your map? Make allowances? Stop moaning?

See it as an opportunity for adventure or fun?

Look on the bright side, be creative and run?

Sometimes options are limited, threadbare or scarce

Roads will be narrow, bumpy or worse

But travel we must on this road through life.

So, make your turns wisely.

Avoid bitterness and strife.

Reject the unlawful and soon you’ll see.

Things will work out.

 Go right! Yippee!