“Zen” (Tanka)


Meditation time
where all of the world’s tuned out
silence overtakes
it’s but for just a moment
beauty in it’s presentness

“Momma Told Me”


“Momma Told Me”

Momma told me
there’d be days like this;
where getting dressed
would give me a fit.
These pants don’t work
I’ll try one more;
my closet now looks
like a dressing room floor.
Panties inside out
I’m already late;
Heel tears my hem
today is not the day!
I look in the mirror…..
what a hot mess!
I can’t help but laugh,
relieving my stress.
I don’t have time
it’s ponytail hair;
slip on my earrings,
a pair with some flair.
Grab my purse
rushing around;
slamming the door
my feet hit the ground.
Climb in my car
and I just breathe;
Momma told me
there’d be days like these.

“Carnival Lights”


Roller coasters
and Ferris wheels,
the lights of the midway rides;
take me back
long ago,
to life in a simpler time…….

“Step right up!”
yell shady folks,
“Come and test you skills!”;
cotton candy
and hot corn dogs,
rides in an ole hay field.
Tilt-o-whirl
and carousels,
“Let’s go to the petting zoo”;
baked cookies
and red snow cones,
so much for us to do.
“Where ya been?”
“How’s your mama?”
neighbors greet each other;
Kids squeal
wide eyed;
tugging on their mothers.
Flashing lights
ringing bells,
the kids all running ’round;
loud music
out past dark,
the carnival’s come to town.

Pleasure Pier, Galveston Island, TX 2016

“Morning Thunder”


I love the sound of thunder
rattling my window panes
It’s rumble so soothing
I just may stay in bed all day.
Or maybe I’ll sit and watch
the rain from my patio doors
Or ride to the beach
and watch it beat upon the shore.
Or maybe I’ll just stay
under my covers a little longer
Listen to the thunder
as its rolling’s getting stronger.
Close my eyes and drift
in and out of peaceful slumber
Snuggled in my covers
listen to the early morning thunder.

“Ball Of Fire”


Ball of fire
breaks the horizon
lights up the sky.
Giving salvation
relieves the darkness
blazing flight.
Dancing sparks
ignite the water
burns the night.
Blinds the morning
glorious day
heavenly light!


Jimmies on the Pier, Galveston, TX

“Red Lipstick”


I twirl it in my fingers,
it’s my red lipstick;
I push back the tears
before lining my lips.
Talking to myself
’cause no one else is here;
“What’s wrong with me?”
I ask the reflection in the mirror.
“Can you be more specific?”
asks the person that I see.
“Why am I alone?
What’s wrong with me?
I know I’m getting older;
but I’m really not that bad.
I’ve gained a little weight,
but really I’m not fat.
Is there something missing?
Something I don’t see?
What’s it all about?
What’s wrong with me?”

I squint at my mirror
not liking what I see,
the lights are so evil
the ones at my bathroom sink.
The truth is there
it’s staring straight at me
every wrinkle, every line;
all so plainly seen.
“Hello in there!
I know you hear me!
Always so talkative,
now you won’t speak…..”

“I try to tell you;
but you don’t listen.
You worry about nonsense
instead of what your missing.
Stop dwelling on things,
letting life pass you by.
Sands of time don’t stop,
don’t even try.
Put on your red lipstick
embrace the day;
don’t be afraid,
say the things you want to say.”

I get close to my mirror;
face to face.
I see all my flaws,
with my finger I trace.
I twirl it in my fingers,
it’s my red lipstick;
I push back the tears
before lining my lips.

“My Crown”


My crown may be a little crooked
but I’m the daughter of a King;
and though I’m no angel
one day I’ll fly with wings.
In my darkest hours
He whispers in my ear;
I may not always listen
but he speaks so I can hear.
At times when I feel worthless
He reminds me who I am;
unimportant though I seem,
I’m His precious little lamb.
When I’m lonely and afraid
He reaches out His hand;
fallen; He picks me up
helping me to stand.
My reflection says unworthy
but He’s standing by my side;
gently He reminds me,
“My child you can fly.”
My crowns a little crooked 
but his grace has set me free;
I am worthy, I am loved;
I’m a daughter of the King!

“Prism Heart”


Fragmented heart,
held by grace;
pieced together
like inticate lace.
Where once was whole
it’s chipped away;
quietly leaving
much empty space.
Broken vessel
all cracked and stained;
gently seeping
years of pain.
Through the cracks
of an empty place
beams of light
fill the space.
It’s been broken
and slightly abused;
a heap of rubble
perfectly used.
Reflective colors
through shattered glass;
a prism shines
through all the cracks.

“Saltwater Soul”


liquid abrasion
smoothing raw edges;
soften a surface
beaten by time.
sparkles in the sun,
rages in a storm,
calm in cool waters,
fear runs deep.
soothed with each pass;
washing with the tide,
salt and sea
a healing salve.

“Ghost”


I sit in the dark;
waiting for you,
wine swirls in it’s glass bowl;
it’s aroma fills my nose.
Your presence;
a heavy mist surrounding me,
choking me like the smoke from a stale cigarette.
Your voice;
I know is not real,
it rakes on my raw, tense nerves.
How do the walls talk?
Your touch;
cold and dead,
like the air that fills my room,
I feel you in the tile under my feet.
Your eyes;
bloodshot with alcohol,
never saw my hurt and pain,
as they cut my heart with a thousand razor blades.
I know you are not,
but I’d swear you’re in the room with me;
tauntinng and tormentimg me.
Circling me like a rabid dog.
I could turn on the lights,
I know you’re not here;
but the dark,
it reminds me why you’re gone.

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