Wednesday, April 30, 2014



Settle down” she whispers,
seeking a tiny spark –
some inspiration.  Un-
settled she’s still searching.
Suddenly, Pleiades
suggests a solution.
Situation settled.


This poem is in the Pleiades form penned for TWO PROMPTS:

2014 April PAD Challenge:  Day 28 – A settled poem:  

Creative Bloomings - Inform Poets: Pleiades:


Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Toss the “To Do” List and Take a Walk

All photos by PSC

Toss the “To Do” List and Take a Walk

You know you want to…

because the sun’s shining (or it’s gently raining
or cloudy or windy or snowing) or because
the moon is full or crescent or new,
waxing or waning, eclipsed or blue and 
the stars are out (or coming out – or fading), and
Orion (or the big – or little – dipper or Cassiopeia)
is visible overhead or on the horizon;
because Venus (Mercury, Mars, Saturn,
Neptune, Jupiter) is rising, setting, dazzling
and the Perseids (Geminids) are positively amazing.

Toss the “to do” list…

 because the wild berries (black-, rasp-, blue-, straw-
or huckle-) are sweet & ripe and begging to be picked
and the flowers, too (star- and may- as well as
sweet peas, anemones, jewel weed, spotted wintergreen,
black-eyed Susan & Queen Anne’s Lace) are sprouting
(budding, blooming, going by) and the trees
(maple,  oak, magnolia, cherry, dogwood, apple) are
greening (blossoming, changing color, dropping leaves);

take a walk in the woods…

because the birds (red-winged blackbirds, bluebirds, catbirds,
red-breasted grosbeaks, robins, swallows) have arrived
(are mating, nesting, hatching, fledging) and besides,
the butterflies (fireflies, dragonflies, damselflies), and
all the busy (lazy) creatures (chipmunks, turtles, snakes & frogs)
are out and about – courting, swimming, hunting, sunning, so…

you really ought to
 (you know you want to)
because spring (winter, summer, fall)
is growing older by the minute
(and so, too, are you). 


Penned for Creative Bloomings prompt: 



Monday, April 28, 2014

Darkness & Light

photo by PSC / 2012

Darkness & Light

She’s never seen them
but she believes
in those dark creatures
that sometimes inhabit her dreams:
vague, faceless beings, evil, oppressive.
They hover, skulking in the dark, shadows
leaning close to exhale their hot breath,
inhale her voice and swallow it whole,
closing her throat, making of her screams
 only breathless rasps no one will hear,
palpitating her heart in triple syncopation.

But last night was different:
visited instead by old friends
(unseen, unrecalled for years)
she was comforted, protected,
embraced in their arms
and she wakens, wondering
if mayhap their dreams, too,
 were haunted
last night
by her presence.


Written for 2014 April PAD Challenge:  Day 27 – A monster poem: