Very happy to announce my environmental poem, “Mother’s Warning ” has been accepted and published by WILDsound Writing for Poetry and will also be recorded by Val Cole. Please visit –
Thank you Matthew at WILDsound Writing Festival for your support and belief in my craft.
The Challenge issued by Esther Chilton:
Tell a story in 25 words using the following words somewhere in the story:
SCROOGE
GNOME
CHIMNEY
GLOWING
A glowing gnome slid down the tiny chimney dressed as Santa Gnome. Rotund Santa Gnome landed hard on the head of Scrooge, killing him instantly.
Far away into the night
they traverse together
enjoying the sites
Companionable silence
erupts into fights before stillness
once more rides the roads
One in his world of earthly delights
the other immersed in electronic respite
so close together so very far apart
Two ships in a storm
not passing not moving
tangled together by histories anchor
Neither willing to break the old mold
afraid of ruining a lifetime of work
while leaving the lonely one at home
Follow me said minor a to minor b
together we can make a middle c
we’ll strum along each silvery string
We’ll scrape off the dust
we’ll all start fresh
no longer remote no longer moody
Let the magic follow
slippery as candles wax
and write a misty song
Very excited to announce my piece, “I am Santa Claus” has been chosen for inclusion in the ‘Christmas at Spillwords’ collection.
Here are the details for its publication:
“I am Santa Claus” will be published on 12/24/24 at 12:00 AM Eastern Time (ET).
You will be able to view my piece at the following link once it goes live:
https://spillwords.com/i-am-santa-claus/
Many thanks to Spillwords Press and Dagmara K. for their continued support and encouragement.
Very happy to announce my poem “Ocean Dancing” has been accepted for publishing in Heron Clan XII by The Heron Clan group, J. Doug Stuber and The Living Poetry Group. Thank you for your continued support and encouragement!
The scent of you
on my sheets
Lingers subtly
after you’re gone
The memory of you
smiling at me
Creates a longing
to see it again
The sight of what
you built for me
A surge of pride
passes through me
The sounds of music
left behind by you
Caresses my soul
thankful for the gift
The taste of your bounty
prepared perfectly
Eases the hunger
sustains the body
The touch of your hand
holding my hand
Carefully guiding
ever supporting
The scent of you
on my pillow
Lingers taunting
now that you’re gone
In response to bwarren’s Sunday Whirl Wordle #684
She would not release her human,
though she was now one of the fallen.
He was handsome and captivating and hers,
the shrieks of the pack would not dissuade her.
The howl broke through her reverie,
her breath scattered leaves to drift in the wind.
Her anger festers within her chest,
until she can no longer contain her ire.
Now is the time to assert her true self,
now is when she will reveal what she can do.
Today is the day when four legs become two,
tomorrow she and hers will prevail.
Reach for the stars,
no one ever said.
Reach for the moon first,
myself said to me.
In the far away distance,
and sometimes out-of-sight,
Luna rises high above,
taunting sightless eyes.
Hands clutch Her glowing rays,
open holding nothing.
Fingers illuminated in the night,
touch everything.
Elusive as a hummingbird,
in a summer breeze,
Impermanent as a single snowflake,
in the warmth of spring.
Reach for a dream,
in broad daylight.
Reach for the stars,
there’s none up there.
Nighttime’s heaven glitters,
with beautiful promises.
Daytime steals their reality,
hiding them all away.
Today I felt old,
really old,
truly old,
For the first time.
I was treated old,
feeble and
demeaningly old,
Looking out from the inside.
Yesterday I was young,
so very young,
unknowingly young,
Bright future ahead.
To know my worth,
without derision,
without remorse,
To be the person I am meant to be.
Today I give thanks
for what was
for what is
Thanks for what might have been.
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 