Category: Author

In response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #303 ENTERPRISE in exactly 73 words

Unbelievable, I was on The Ship. I caught my reflection in the mirrored console in front of me. Instead of my normally algae colored eyes, brilliant cerulean blue eyes gazed back at me. Long, thick, silver hair, hung low down my back.

“Lieutenant, are you quite alright?” A very recognizable voice asked me. Turning, I found a gorgeous Vulcan standing close, I just had to raise my hand and …

Rrrrrrrrrring!! Damnit, stupid alarm!

There you are
on the other side
of the world

Doing what you do
day to day and
night after night

Here I am
on my side
of the world

Pursuing my dreams
reading and writing
and blogging with friends

Do you think of me
when the moon is high
and a breeze blows in off the ocean?

I think of you
watching Venus and Mars
chase old Sol into the sea

I think of you
when the man in the moon
comes out to play

I think of you – always

Back breaking
legs aching
pulling weeds
and planting seeds

Palms unveiled
not one of them failed
surviving nature’s wrath
until winter’s aftermath

Hands all muddy
nails chipped and cruddy
wet shoes placed in the laundry-room
waiting for spring’s flowers to bloom

The radio blares a warning
severe winter storm is coming
back outside to cover the palms
keep from freezing their fronds

Back breaking
legs aching
I guess I’ll never learn when
Mother Nature has fooled me again!

In response to Bartholomew Barker’s Origami prompt in Living Poetry.

Grandfather say
to fold this way
one two three
let’s your bird free

I tried and I tried
but a bird I was denied
instead into my hand
a crooked star did land

Grandfather say
mine supposed to be that way
what is to some a bird on the fly
are to others bright stars in the sky

So very far away
over tall mountains
across cold angry seas

I hear seagulls singing
loud squawking and begging
for food from happy ship-goers

Pictures sent with smiling faces
no trace of loneliness or longing
all together in love and camaraderie

All except for me – left behind

A response to Keith’s Rambling’s response The Letter for Sadje’s What Do You See? photo prompt #177, March 13, 2023

Dear Keith,

You do not know me and I realize it’s odd to write a “love-letter” at our age but – oh, this is not a love letter at all! I mean, what I’d like to say is I like you, very much. If you do not like me, that’s ok. Well, of course you do not like me, you’ve never met me so there is that. Should you like to get the chance to like me, not that you have to of course. Like me that is. What I mean to say is, maybe we could meet at McDonald’s sometime and I could give you a shake?

That didn’t quite come out right. What I mean to say is, I’d like to buy you a milkshake if you’d like? I realize you may be lactose intolerant, so many our age are. Not that I’m intimating that you are aged of course or that I am, although if you hope to meet a younger woman at McDonald’s of course that is your choice, it’s just that it wouldn’t be me. So if I see you at McDonald’s with a younger woman I will understand but, would still love to buy you a milkshake, or cola or even a diet soda in case you are diabetic.

I do hope you will reconsider the younger woman and meet me for dinner at your local McDonald’s next Friday evening? I apologize for the delay, but I do have to obtain a passport and then book a flight across the big pond to get to you, so I hope with the time changes and jet lag, that I can get there before they close. By the way, do you prefer a chocolate, vanilla or strawberry milkshake?

P.S. As I’m quite a distance from you, I have asked Sadje to slip my little not-a-love-letter note beneath your door. Cheers!!

In response to Journeys with Johnbo March 12, 2023

A very rainy and chilly Sunday down here in the South!

Pain is a hateful master
demanding attention
before the sun begins to rise

No morning stretches
alleviate the punishment
now extracted upon this body

Unknown transgression
precipitates this judgement
no penance or quarter given

Black is the night
swallowing silent screams
dread of coming morning

In response to dVerse Poets Pub MTB: Three Way Split
High, light, highlight
Posted by Laura Bloomsbury

High atop a mountain peak
mountain goats climb
to find a tasty bit
of moss or grass or
anything green is fine

Light filters through trees
resplendent in winter
wearing mantles formed
by glistening diamond-like
Alpine snow crystals

Summer’s sunny warmth
melts the frigid landscape
a rare highlight to spy
a lone Goat traversing
cliffs with mighty grace