Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte

On the Occasion of James’ Fourteenth Birthday

Here’s to my dear grandson James
Who likes to cook over the flames
For his birthday the trick
Is to fix eggs Benedict
Then we will play some card games.


Limerick: Changing My Tune

To me writing poetry is glorious
Sometimes possibly meritorious.
Venturing from my zone
A new skill to hone
I fear I won’t be victorious.

Written in response to The Seeker’s Dungeon Prompt –¬†Stepping Out of Our Comfort Zone


Writing 201:Poetry-Limerick-Old Lady’s Lament

Jettison January. Banish the blizzard.
I want to be spell-bound by a warm weather wizard.
Whisked backwards in time
It would be sublime
To loaf on a rock like a sun-loving lizard.