Cross-eyed

When I was very
small I couldn’t see
any sharp-kneed
truths inside the
dark forest planted
by grownup legs, or
dim familial views
offered out of high
windows shaded with
long-held secrets.

All I remember
were those bright
celestial stars down
the hallway to where we
come from, refracted
into a billion
diamonds.

April Love Prompt: When I Was Small

This year I’m celebrating National Poetry Month by combining  NaPoWriMo’s daily poetry challenge with Susannah Conway’s April Love daily photo prompts on Instagram. Each day of April, you will observe the same photo in my Instagram feed on the righthand sidebar that you see in my blog post along with an instapoem. We shall find out at the end of the month whether this was a brilliant career move, sheer laziness or a fool’s errand. 

Until then, care to join me in these creative waters where even fools fear to tread? The water’s fine.

The Race

For years

I tried

to

keep up,

but

now

I linger

 happy

to

 let others

run

ahead.

April Love Prompt: 10 Years Ago

This year I’m celebrating National Poetry Month by combining  NaPoWriMo’s daily poetry challenge with Susannah Conway’s April Love daily photo prompts on Instagram. Each day of April, you will observe the same photo in my Instagram feed on the righthand sidebar that you see in my blog post along with an instapoem. We shall find out at the end of the month whether this was a brilliant career move, sheer laziness or a fool’s errand. 

Until then, care to join me in these creative waters where even fools fear to tread? The water’s fine.

Wisdom

When you

reach a

half century

and still

know

less

than when

you were

born.

April Love Prompt: 5 Years Ago

This year I’m celebrating National Poetry Month by combining  NaPoWriMo’s daily poetry challenge with Susannah Conway’s April Love daily photo prompts on Instagram. Each day of April, you will observe the same photo in my Instagram feed on the righthand sidebar that you see in my blog post along with an instapoem. We shall find out at the end of the month whether this was a brilliant career move, sheer laziness or a fool’s errand. 

Until then, care to join me in these creative waters where even fools fear to tread? The water’s fine.