foggy path

Photo Credit: ienjoysushi – The Pedestrian -Part I- (Ray Bradbury)

Hidden – concealed
but definitely known
lingering, laughing
while unseen.

Deceitful – elusive
the reality undeniable
Where are you hiding?
I know you are there.

Come out – be revealed
the mystery is perceived
the reality is known
Release the fear

and soar in the truth.


This is a companion piece, and the final in three poems. The first is Shift and the second, Stink.


Walk away


worrying smell

One is immune
numb – oblivious
The other vulnerable
and bruised

dangerous smell

One has forgotten
and withdrawn
The other relives
vivid memories

unbearable smell

One’s essence
bleeds reminders
The other retreats
scarred with worry

disgusting smell

One is blinded
under water
The other veil drawn
sudden epiphany

a backward glance
the ruin exposed
The other decides
and chooses to escape




You shift
Change shapes
Unexpected is expected
A nip, a sip, a tip
call out the shapeshift

Soft – radiant – tender;
smooth, gentle curves
The only edge to be found
a sharp twinkling eye

Bristled – frigid – harsh;
rough jagged edges
Precipitous. Dangerous.
The twinkle replaced by fuzziness
Gentleness unfound

Avoidance, and detachment
thwart most injury
but a wound remains open
to bleed over the pain


Linking up with Velvet Verbosity. Word of the week – “Radiant”

Blue Sky Invasion

Photo credit: Bérenger ZYLA / / CC BY-NC-ND

Rainbows vanish as showers pass.

On slabs of sun fired heat,

ghosts of seasons dissipate,

vanishing in mist.

Pale fingers reach upward

for breezes to cast them aside

for a blue sky invasion.


Photo credit: Bérenger ZYLA / / CC BY-NC-ND

Trifextra: Week fifty-nine challenge is a photo for inspiration. A little creative writing in 33 words.

Any talk of rainbows requires the most amazing version of Over the Rainbow sung by Eva Cassidy. A singer who passed far too soon. Her contribution to music is truly a gift. If you haven’t listened to her music. You should. Go. Listen. Now.

Photo credit: Bérenger ZYLA / / CC BY-NC-ND


I am alone; yet enveloped, lovingly, by family, friends, neighbors, community. I am isolated; cut off emotionally. I am lost, drifting; no wind to fill my sails.

I’ve forgotten how to simply be with another, chatting head-to-head, heart-to-heart. I tell myself, “You’re petty, whiny, banal. Who wants that?”

So I melt into the background wounded and maudlin. Yet yearning for a smile, a touch, a word that tells me it’s OK to be petty, whiny, banal.

Then my head tells me, “You’re a fool if you think that’s true.”

I guess I’m just busted.

Matchbox 20 – Hang


Velvet Verbosity’s 100 Word Challenge this week is: Busted   ~   My song choice for this piece is “Hang” by Matchbox 20


Vincent’s Lament

Starry, swirling sapphires
Shady Silent sleeping
Starry Starry Nights

paintings conflict loveliness

Honey sunshine poms
Heavy fanning blooms
Vincent’s Simple Sunflowers

lonely displaced shunned

Simple cheerful façade
Favored luminous function
Little Yellow House

Stepping away from stories and going back to my love, poetry. One of my favorite artist is Vincent Van Gogh. His art is visually poetic and creating a poem about the artist and his art was a challenge. I chose three paintings for the poem; Starry Night, Sunflowers and The Bedroom. The idea was formed from a Trifecta prompt.

Trifecta’s Week Thirty-three Trifextra prompt:

The Rule of Three is a writing principle that asserts that, in writing, groups of three have the most impact. This week’s challenge is to write 33 words using the Rule of Three somewhere among them. It is up to you to interpret the rule, just make sure to use exactly 33 words.

Trifextra: Week Thirty-Three