Turn Up the Heat

Welcoming the first night’s evening cold Then trying to breathe with plugged nose Eight long, hot summer months collecting Dog hair, dust, lent and God knows what A burning stench blows out furnace ducts Next year’s goal; open windows expecting

Spring Foward Into Night

I’m not afraid of the dark I get an early morning start Sacrificing my fitful sleep To beat the California heat When all is still tucked in bed Getting their snooze on instead It’s calm and quiet till I walk by With my shepherd at my side Waking up every dog in sight Activating the

Coffee-Ku’s

Percolating beans Slow roasted for my machine Vitalizing coffee steams ~ Steaming hot liquid Breathes energy into me Waking up happy ~ One will never do I simply must have two cups To tackle this new day ~ Fully leaded drink Mixed extra creamy and sweet My daily retreat ~ Savoring each drop Stretching the

High Hopes

  As we headed south Plagued with the doubts That smothered out sound Pushed us hard into the ground Kept us from standing and turning around We held on tight to the idea that hope does sprout Strength and love from above, which always surrounds

Witches Brew

31 of 31 OctPoWriMo Short days and long nights I’ve gathered ingredients It’s time to cast spells Combine tongue, eye, tooth, ear, spleen Chant a Happy Halloween ~ Tanka I’d like to send a special shout out to my fellow October Poetry writers for their encouragement, support, expertise, and for being my source of inspiration! And

Venomous

  25 of 31 OctPoWriMo Slithering around on the floor The cold tiles soothed the heat Calmed by my own heart beat I heard a faint knock at my door Begging in the distance, please  ~ I knew there was no one there It was my conscious fooling me I didn’t need to get up

It’s Chilly

22 of 31 OctPoWriMo Extended darkness covers Around my chin they hover Morning does struggle to rise Fighting to pry open my eyes Appearing later each day Rushing to figure out a way Autumn begins to settle Time to bring out the kettle Crisp morning air now descends Whacky socks I will depend

The Masquerade

21 of 31 OctPoWriMo It’s heavier than you might think continually holding this mask chasing my dreams and afraid to blink determined to carry out this task Arms grow heavy and weak after weeks of clutching this pointless disguise pushing limits exploring new techniques longing to drop it, but know it’s not wise Wearing an

Paid The Price

19 of 31 OctPoWriMo She asked him nicely to stay On her knees she begged please Don’t leave me and go away He insisted and took leave Left standing there alone She fell to the floor, wept Vulnerable and prone Saw it clearly as she slept Without any delay Revenge was to be claimed Actions

Life Today

17 of 31 OctPoWriMo What will tomorrow hold Will there be stories told May we grow a day old Might we be called back home No one ever seems to know We hope for the very best Everyday when we dress Setting out on our quest Feeling like we never rest But today, we are

My Challenge

14 of 31 OctPoWriMo My challenge Write something everyday My challenge No matter what folks say I’ll find my own way through Working out the kinks of My Challenge ~Rondelet Dear Readers, It’s okay if you think this is cheesy, I know it is. I don’t consider myself a poet or take these things too

A Glimpse of Me

11 of 31 OctPoWriMo You believe you can see Who I am; what I’m about Maybe you have no doubts You got me all figured out But what you see isn’t me Rightly, I sit back and flout Go ahead and take a peek See what you wish to believe Words are often misconceived Purposely

Why I Write

Severed seams and deep bleeding Trickling from my very being Thoughts that seep out from my head That are surely best left unsaid Screaming out loud every night Putting up a damn good fight Beseeching a chance to be read Before forever left for dead Blood splatters of ink are dropped Persistently marking a spot

Snatched (snippet)

The sounds of incoherent grunts and moans coming from the trussed and gagged woman at the back of the van were a welcomed sound in Jack’s ears. The sounds carried relief and on the heels of that excitement in his belly because those sounds meant that his fine catch would pull through and partake in the

Fiona the Fairy

F is for… Fiona the Fairy Fiona checked out of action with the Dragon-hand at the stroke of fifty-years for vacation. Opting for beauty-sleep, she bypassed the beach to the enchanted forest to rest her fatigued wings. Atop of the cottage she slept for a week and woke with a renewed energy for mischief and

Help Me Choose A Theme

I need a plan!  Even if things don’t go according to the plan, and they rarely do, I still need a plan in place because that’s the kind of gal that I am. March seems to be flying by at warp-speed, so I haven’t got much time left to waste.  With that being said, kindly

Quiet Mine

I’ve enjoyed the quiet sounds of the neighborhood while sitting out on the patio, getting words (+2k) on the page in between taking care of domestic responsibilities.  Now I’m running out of juice (battery, energy, and wine), so it’s time to pack it up and call it a night and get things in order for

Cheers

  Okay it’s time to crunch some numbers and get a few words in today.  Let’s see where did I leave off, hmmm?  It is kind of hard to remember… after all, I am guilty of scene hopping it’s true.  I have to flush out the scenes or polish them when they strike or I

Silence

A crime scene shrouded in yellow tape Scars seal off my vision Like the doorway into your heart A chamber of emptiness Consisting of cold-darkness My voice echoes against the walls As I sought a way out of this blinding numbness Banging my bleeding hands against every barrier I pick at the scars along the

Simple Needs

I need you beside me Every day and night I need you… To find me when I am lost, and Show me the way I need you… To say it’ll all be okay When hope has gone astray I need you… To be my hero, and Protect and shelter me from this world’s evil I need

Relax

The room was small and sparsely furnished. Next to the vertical mirror behind the door I found two hooks to hang my jacket and purse. I spotted a cushioned chair in the corner, so I proceeded to disrobe and stack my neatly folded  garments on top of the chair and tucked my shoes underneath. A