Vanilla and coffee at dawn (a poem)

I have been waking up early all week, it seems… The scent of vanilla candles and the mere mention of clovers is enough to spur random associations that disappear in seconds Awake at five-thirty Darkness blankets the room guarding the pre-dawn silence The candles flicker Vanilla and coffee fill the air Outside, it’s getting light [...]

NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 17: A late autumn evening in 1982 (a poem)

For Day 17, I went with the Writer’s Digest April PAD Challenge prompt, which was to write a swing poem… Relax and swing sway back and forth in the dark Close my eyes feel the music pure sensation There’s nothing more than this only the dark the music and me (17 April 2015)

NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 6: The window of consciousness that greets me at 4:30 in the morning (a poem)

Today’s NaPoWriMo.net prompt involves writing an aubade. I’m not familiar enough with this type of poem to know if this one qualifies, but it’s what I came up with. Since it was 5:30-ish 7:15 a.m. and I was only 3/4 awake, I was just happy that I half remembered the first couple of lines that popped in [...]

Demarcation (a poem)

Letting the moment pass… The candle has long stopped burning its smoke has dissipated its light has gone The moment of silence has slipped into silence leaving only the sounds of breathing and the refrigerator’s hum There are no lies here in the darkness only the truth of what’s inside of me When the morning [...]