Go With The Flow

I’m watching by the window
any minute now, he’ll show.

I’m captured in slow-moving time,
delicious listening: door chime!

As the car’s parking, he twists around,
I’m a wild, waving, besotted clown.

A hallelujah song in perfect pitch:
the harmony of love and I’m bewitched.

Color me in hues of effervescent joy,
I’m in utter bliss with this beloved boy.

A converse style poem written for the #OctPoWriMo Day 9 prompt: Dancing on air, and inspired by:  Pitch, Color and Parking.

Single Mother Not Writing

You never take notes in a love affair. ~ Robert Frost

Oh, children, finely

grown, my poems floated past

while I focused on

your being, notes to myself

unwritten words, acts of love.

A tanka inspired by #OctPoWriMo Day 2 prompt: Poems and Notes To you


I’m leaving this riparian

life with praising

poplars and twittering songbirds,

the shy dusk-creatures

and the long bullfrog-croak sunsets.

My guides here appear

like magical fairies

in beloved childhood tales. 

Right now a praying

mantis means mindfulness.

I heed her, soaking

up the shore, the banks swollen

from heavy persistence of rain.

Like an inspired brushstroke

or a song, my heart-walls disintegrated

in the trumpet call

of my grandson’s arrival.

Invited to follow him,

I see my fears

a Wile E. Coyote moment

suspending in midair

until realization hits

and I’m dropping

into the deepest chasm

where love lives 

waiting for my adventurous

spirit to emerge,

heart-strings twanging

in a new chord, one fluid

expressive stroke

resonating, moving me once again.

Inspired by: Riparian

Goddess Prayer

Our mother, who resides in every

cell, singing,

the vital spark of life,

resonant be thy naming.

Thy truth be revealed,

thy love touch deeply

every being’s heart.

Give us this day

holy sanctity, as we praise

your flame that burns us.

We burn with life, forever spinning,

Weaving to include

all those who seek to close us out.

And lead us into darkness

that we may know our shadows,

that we may embrace our weakness

and become whole.

For thou art the life force,

the spark, the creativity forever,

all life.


(Written in 1988 for a women’s spiritual group;  this year we celebrate 30 years!)

My Deepest Thanks

And I thought so that’s how it looks
When one moon loves another moon…~Jasbir Chatterjee

You thought I was giving you

new lines and you couldn’t bear

to change your beloved script.

I was touching something

much deeper

and I thought it was time

for both of us to change.

And of course we did,

a course calculation that my navigation

system responded to even though

you wanted to fight

about small things, stomping angrily

across the stage, smashing

the breadcrumbs I’d left, hoping

you could follow.  I can see

now as I hurtle over these new

roads or stop to gaze

by the light of the full moon

into a slow-moving stream,

what a gift you are to me.

All the lessons I most needed

held up clearly, exaggerated,

until I had no choice

but to see myself roaring like a bear

caught in a trap,

forced to find a way out

even if it meant leaving

that beloved mirror.  When I think

of you now, I wonder if your moves are still

blocked in the same arrangement,

helping each new costar placate you, passionate

feeling into the lines

with all their exquisite turns

or if you’ve looked into that unrelenting

reflection and chosen a different play.


Inspired by PlacateMoon and Arrangement

Got a sec?

This is a perfect moment.  I love myself completely in this perfect moment. ~ Rob Breszny

Oh, I’m so glad

you’ve stopped by.

I have gifts

for you.  


It’s okay.

Don’t look around.

These are just 

for you.




like this fresh

lake breeze.




this clean air




Feel the touch


every magical gift

you’ve ever



for you.


Warm golden honey


Come back

whenever you 

need a break.

Enjoy these



and true love

just for you.


Inspired by Reflection

Speaking Extempore

“You’ve got to be praying all the time or else you’re just thinking about yourself.” Dan in The Wolf At Twilight by Kent Nerburn

I should wait, I know, gathering my treasures

to burst out with beautifully wrapped

packages for all of you, my beloveds.

Instead, I read a passage and leap

up with a burst of clarity

that I want to share right now!

Like a mad goddess cackling

toe deep in richly composted soil,

releasing a one-winged butterfly

that can only spin in circles.

So lovely, wing drenched in stained

glass glory found in old churches,

vivid colors enticing you

on your sickbed.  Open one eye

despite your pain and laugh

at my sheer absurdity.  We are

connected in this interlayered weave

of interdependence.  There are no 

rugged individuals, nothing is remote

or ambiguous.  I stand here on

the bones of the ones who came before,

wearing clothes brought to me

by many hands, and I am fiercely

grateful for this water flowing

from the faucet, and I’m dizzy

as I consider how many of you

are holding me up right now

so that I can speak to you 

and let you know, however imperfectly,

that my love can’t wait 

to be cut and polished.

The responsive universe is humming

the tune, will you listen?

Chime in with me now!


Inspired by these prompts: Remote, Extempore, Ambiguous, Enticing

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