Alphabet soup settles,


beguiles, during rainy cold


churning with exes and ohs


dancers in memory


exclaims of thorn and rose;




forget me, forget me not:


Gerbera, Daisy, Peony  


holds the eye to


illuminate petals


jarred in metal and glass




Kisses’ wet imprint


lost under debris and touch:


manmade, fabricated, rushed,


natural, earthy, a simmering broth


opens chambers heavy in locks




Quotes from Shakespeare,


“Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?”


“Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s day?”


“The course of true love never did run smooth.”


“Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown.”




Verity is best with diamonds and poems


warming in a bowl, letters,


Xeroxing the thoughts in her head:


yesterday, today, and tomorrow


Zigs and zags to fill a ceramic night.




The scent of wet fresh cut grass coating

the tongue and air around you lulls,

drawing out the inner storm,

gray with doubt and confusion

to question the future and the norm–

Are you in charge of your own destiny?

Today, tomorrow, future hours

fills with choices of right or wrong,

your consequences; move ahead, or 

a detour to enjoy and learn.