The endless life (a poem)

Inspired by the movie The Age of Adeline. Another day without change as the world transforms itself around me and disappears, a little bit every day The maintenance of secrets is a full-time job a lifetime occupation So is the letting go Each time I choose to pull away adds another layer, another scar another unfinished [...]

Secrets and unanswered questions (A poem)

A new poem in my February series of epistles. Out of respect for privacy, I am not mentioning the subject of this one. You really are something of a mystery Nobody knows what goes on inside your head So many secrets and unanswered questions and things hiding in the shadows I didn’t ask about the [...]

The dark horse runs unnoticed at night (A poem)

This bit of mysteriousness emerged from somewhere… The scene of my surrender is one flight up from the sidewalk This is where I lived before the war that took you from me I couldn’t wait to leave but chose to stay My open-door policy trapped me inside I spent years here stashing away my secrets [...]

NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 13: Confession poem #1 (a poem)

For Day 13, I went with the Writer’s Digest April PAD Challenge prompt, which was to write a confession poem… I write poems about you so obvious I’m almost afraid to show them to you I keep secrets very well so close to vest you would never know I would never tell Still, I can’t hide [...]

Paris, 2015 (a poem)

Today’s entry in the Writer’s Digest 2015 April PAD Challenge involves writing a ‘things-not-as-they-appear’ poem… It’s her birthday today No doubt she’s enjoying the cool spring evening at a Paris sidewalk cafe an apéritif in her hand eyes gently closed visions of Piaf in her head The sigh that passes from her lips could be interpreted a number of [...]

NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 2: Secrets (a poem)

For today’s prompt, I went with the Writer's Digest 2015 April PAD Challenge: ‘write a secret poem.’ They do not exist we create them out of things we’re afraid to learn or simply don’t want others to know They are a form of denial that we know who to trust that we know what we are doing [...]

Last call (a poem)

Yesterday’s poem is a re-write of a poem I wrote last weekend… The door is closing on an empty space that used to be filled with light and the gentle sounds of the sea The keys are on the chain and it’s last call Meanwhile, the silence of the afternoon closes in with its secrets [...]

Morning pages (a poem)

I have been doing The Artist’s Way for the last couple of years (this is my third time around). One of the practices is the morning pages, in which you just write three pages of whatever comes out. As I have become more diligent about pursuing creative activities, I have slacked off on the morning [...]