Poetry ~ Stillness Speaks

Today I will take the first step
to slow down and catch my breath. 

And find, as the season’s pass,
a gentler world where my soul can laugh. 

Where I alone create my future
and choose the life I wish to nurture. 

A place where – stillness speaks
when you’re ready to listen.
And laughter echoes in recognition 

of what you thought was surely true
and now you see you never knew. 

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Poetry ~ Whispers

Do you listen to the whispers of your heart
or do you wait for the screaming to start?

Don’t let people tell you those whispers are lies!
Let the doubters see the truth through your eyes.

Trust your foresight, your third-eye, your intuition.
Listen to your heart’s inner recognition. 

And if the mind tells you the heart doesn’t matter,
quiet the mind and follow the latter. 

Trust when your heart whispers – it’s real and true.
Act on your instincts; and you’ll know what to do.

Poetry ~ Mermaids

Last night I had a dream that mermaids came to play

and they splashed in the stars of the bright Milky Way. 

They wore salt water sparkles that glistened in the moon,

their hair beaded in gold like the sun in late June. 

They gathered on the shore of the universe to sing

a haunting refrain for the ancient sea queen. 

Then slowly the stars rippled and spilled from my head

off the edge of the universe as the mermaids fled. 

I watched as they swam beyond the great milky reef

and I awakened at sunrise with a deep belief.

That mermaids are real! Even if only in my mind.

And that I, in my own way, am one of their kind!

Poetry ~ Fruit of the Vine


Yesterday, she was the sweet fruit, ripe and flourishing on the vine
Scorched by summer’s sun, her wisdom fermenting like fine wine

Today, she welcomes the harvest and gives freely of her heart
Sharing her love and wisdom as her life becomes her art

Tomorrow, she’ll find comfort in the warmth of her hearth’s glow
Preparing for her journey through the long nights of winter’s snow

Forever and a day, her words will ripple through space and time
For all who journey through the seasons, taste the fruit of the vine



Poetry ~ When the Fairies Sing

You kissed me under the stars the night the fairies began to sing. 

Then you strapped on your guitar and I grabbed my tambourine. 

We jammed all night with the fairy sprites
and we danced a jig till the morning light. 

We were drunk on song and merriment
when the sun came up and the fairies went

back to their safe enchanted wood. 
And we fell asleep right where we stood. 

Poetry ~ Glitter from the Bones

Welcome to the Order of the self-proclaimed elite,
who litter words like mocking birds and glitter all the streets!

Where trash and treasure are the only measures to which you must adhere.
And all your thoughts may be disposed in the Order’s boundless sphere.

Where some lock their gates in a circuitous chase to limit who gets through
and relegate their love and hate with their chosen point of view.

Others murder words and herd their verse for readers who flock like sheep.
Or rant in prose and overexpose in hopes of a consoling critique.

And here you are,

reading along,

ready to cast your stones!

Or maybe … just maybe,

you’re one of the few

who’ll rummage through

and pluck glitter from the bones.

Poetry ~ Lover’s Moon


I woke from a dream with twilight dancing in my eyes.

And there you were, among the stars, the moon in disguise!

Your light pierced the window and gently caressed my face. 

I closed my eyes and breathed you in and felt your warm embrace.

But why are you so distant, so far, and high in the night sky?

And how could you desert me to the heavens with no goodbye?

Then the stars twinkled your promise to forever be the light of my life.

Eternally comforting me in the dark hours of the lonely night.

Now, I will remember, that we are never far apart.

For the Lover’s Moon shines bright and will forever warm my heart. 



Poetry ~ Watering Eden

Watering Eden

They watered their Eden
and it grows lush and green.
He is her Adam
and she is his Eve.
She the mother of nature;
he the father of time.
Sadly, they’ve been reduced to a nursery rhyme.
It’s an ancient story of lust and love
of knowledge and ignorance
to rise above.
There’s more to this story
than any book can tell.
There is more beyond earth,
beyond heaven and hell.
There is no garden off limits,
no apple too tart,
no snake in the tree
to pierce your heart.
Only stories once told
to limit your thoughts.
So water your garden
and watch how it grows
keep dreaming
dear seekers
for soon
you will
know.