Category Archives: Poetry

The watersThe drip drop into endless cups of teaFilled to brimBecause I will it ???Worked to boneMy flesh melts off next to herThe girl who exchanges glances from the black mirrorAm Ireally changed?Have I embraced the womanshe’s always beenTip tip tippity tapShe rises from the glassUp up up ohh she’s…She’sThe silence,the scribbles beforethe stormShe’s everythingContinue reading “My Cup of Tea”

I share one I find. You share one you find. I’ll go first, Te Deum Charles Reznikoff – 1894-1976 Not because of victories I sing, having none, but for the common sunshine, the breeze, the largess of the spring. Not for victory but for the day’s work done as well as I was able; notContinue reading “Poem Trade”

I’d like more snow. I don’t like driving in it but I like to look at it. It’s so pretty and I like how everything seems quieter after it snows. (Global warming is no fun at all.) In honor of snow days here’s a poem from Robert Frost Stopping by Woods on a Snowy EveningContinue reading “In Honor of Snow”

There’s zigzags and byways and dark shifty alleyways What do you get when you can’t find your way? Found? Or left to run astray? I don’t know what comes between those two things but I sure know you’re going to find all the things you’re meant to you’re not behind just make sure youKeep going.Continue reading “Keep Going”

There are so many times we are just at the edge of a breakthrough and we walk away. It’s funny, we sit here and say, “I want to reach for the stars. I want breakthroughs.” But when the time comes to sit through the pain, we can’t take it. We step away. We find somethingContinue reading “Stop Giving Up on Yourself”

The future gawks at me empty brained the past fat and tired watches on jumbled with dreams and reality my source of energy and inspiration lies inside me rests in the present like a flower in bloom Saschia Johnson

She took a deep breath (it smelled like roses and vanilla) and then she took a step toward the field across the street from our town cemetery She turned to be sure I was coming And I was Then she sped up and danced in the moonlight as if not a soul could see herContinue reading “She Danced”