My first poem is now published on Spillwords. The title is, If Only I Could. It is about a first-time mom who is afraid. She questions her ability to adequately care for her child.
A snippet of the poem:
We haven’t officially met
I just knew from the onset
How special you would be
If only I could
The link for the entire poem is below:
Happy Mother’s Day 🌺💗
As always, thank you for your support🙏🏽💖
Through the narrow lens
is a big bad world
take a step back
sit for a minute
absorb
assess
process
the ways of denizens
in the big bad world
hurrying, night and day
bumping shoulders
not breaking stride
Through the narrow lens
we venture to the street
no clear destination
evaporation into the night
Thank you for stopping by to read my poem, Through the Narrow Lens! 💞
I drew inspiration from the prompt for WDYS by Sadje. Thank you as always for the prompts each week.
Image credit: Rafael Garcin @ Unsplash
Hanging onto ifs
Restricts growth
It constrains
Hanging onto ifs
Breeds uncertainty
And doubt
Hanging onto ifs
Robs you of exploration
Stalls curiosity
Hanging onto ifs
Builds rifts
Stalls shifts in creativity
Takes all the lifts out of the sails
Hanging onto ifs
Can foster inner tiffs
Let go of the ifs
It helps to sift
Sift away fears and doubts
Lift hope and confidence
Let go of the ifs
The poem, Hanging Onto Ifs is about how our mind plays on us. It can let doubt creep in and stop us from pursuing our dreams. We question ourselves and ask, “what if it doesn’t work?” Well, what if it does. Injecting hopeful thoughts and believing in ourselves is a positive alternative.
The mind is very powerful, and it is important that we guard our thoughts. Every action starts with a thought. If we question and overthink, it stalls growth.
What do you think about the what ifs?
Thank you for stopping by to read.🙏🏽💞
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A Tricube
step inside
feel the vibe
calm imbibe
guard let down
blissfully
pillow bound
eyes closing
rest ensues
start the snooze
Sweet Slumber is about that moment you get home from a rough day. All you want to do is get some sleep. No longer on the clock, you can just let go and hit the bed. Let the snoozing begin.
The Tanka Tuesday host this week is Willow, who has tasked us with the challenge to write a tricube poem.
You can write your Tricube poem in as many multiples of three-line stanzas as you wish. Please pick your moment and write about your feelings. A word of advice don’t overthink the moment let your words flow.
Thank you all for stopping by to read and thank you Willow for the prompt. 🙏🏽💕
An Etheree
Knock
Who's there?
Tap, tap, tap
Tap tap tap who?
Knock, knock, tap, tap, bam
Who's that rapping my door?
Knock, knock, tap, tap, bam, bam, ding
Pressing the doorbell again, dong
Trodding to the door, you yell, coming!
Just open the door already, Ding Dong!
Robbie invites us to write a poem using onomatopoeia for this week’s Tanka Tuesday challenge. I tried to add some humor to this one about someone knocking at the door. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy it!😊 And thank you, Robbie, for your inspiration. 🙏🏽💕
April is National Poetry Month. The year 2026 makes 30 years of this celebration of art.
What does poetry mean to you? What is your favorite poetry form?
Is there a special way you like to commemorate the art form of poetry and writing? If so, share the most meaningful way you choose to celebrate.
Words are very powerful. They can inject joy and adversely, bring about feelings of hurt. The way we choose our words is very important. Words can be used to compose a song, convey an idea, express thoughts, and a plethora of many things. Both spoken and written words carry weight.
For National Poetry month, I have tried writing my first Trenta-Sei poem. Not an easy feat.
What is a Trenta-Sei poem?
-Created by John Ciardi, the Trenta-Sei poem is a poetic form that contains 6, six-line stanzas for a total of 36 lines.
-A rhyme scheme of ababcc.
-Lines 2-6 of the first stanza will be the first line of the stanzas to follow, in the same order.
-The cascading repetition adds to the complexity of this style.
Sounds simple, right? I’m joking. It was challenging for me but nonetheless, it was fun writing.
Artistry comes in many forms
Creating ways to move
Motion in strokes not the norm
Writing that transforms and grooves
Rhymes skillfully arousing the senses
Poetry and prose in many tenses
Creating ways to move
Your mind drifts afar
Riding words feeling the groove
Inspiration shining like a star
Don't stop, ideas abound, keep up the flow
Intricate words flood the brain, page aglow
Motion in strokes not the norm
Acrylic, watercolor or oil
Brushstrokes haphazard forming a storm
Circular and abstract like a coil
Collage of fabric in Pink, Yellow, Green
Blending media, asking what it means
Writing that transforms and grooves
Taking you on a wild ride
Explain the meaning a pen behooves
Awing the reader, mouth open wide
Scanning the page, delight and disbelief
Vivid, exact, succinct and very brief
Rhymes skillfully arousing the senses
Cadence so crisp and clear
No more dis songs, time to mend fences
Harmony is music to my ears
An art form transcending generations
Lyrics infused with deep revelations
A Triolet poem
Laughter cradles when sadness weighs
A good belly roll brings oxygen to the brain
endorphins stick around for days
Laughter cradles when sadness weighs
stimulating feel good pathways
shifting mood to a higher plane
Laughter cradles when sadness weighs
A good belly roll brings oxygen to the brain
Thank you for stopping by and taking the time to read Sidelined Sadness.
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A Cameo Poem
throw it
wait, it comes right back
physics and shape aid its return
near or far
it rides the wind and flows back in
back into your palm it rests
magic
Return or Boomerang is a cameo poem. It is written in response to the W3 weekly challenge.
Thank you for stopping by to read my first try at a cameo poem. 💕🙏🏽
Image credit: Spencer Wing from Pixabay
Standing quietly, alone
No one in sight, solo
Commanding stance over seas
Views of water for miles
Alone, until people drift by
To and fro, ebbing with the tides
Suddenly you are called upon
Memory jarred that your light is shining
Light that draws them near, curious
Wonderment in their eyes as they pause
Pause, hesitant to ask
How do you do it?
Ask, how do you continue to shine light
All while being alone, present
Day in and out, rain, fog and clouds
Hovering over your crown of light
Difficult task that takes patience
Being constant no matter what comes
Knowing that light is a powerful force
Drawing people into a place of safety
Sound the alarm only when danger lurks
Silent, stationary even when water murks
Pulsating light comes with many perks
Structure standing tall and firm
Navigating shores, signaling when to turn
Horizons of Light was written for the W3 weekly challenge. Unfortunately, I missed the submission deadline. The challenge was to be a lighthouse. You can choose to be a literal, metaphorical, delusional, illusory or false lighthouse.
The piece I wrote is from a metaphorical standpoint.
Standing quietly but not lonely. Drawing people in with your inner light. Just when you think that people do not see you or know you are there, it strikes you. Yes, they see me. It’s like the saying, ‘being seen and not heard’.
Only speaking and/or making noise when necessary. A lighthouse that is like a quiet force. Still standing even when the heavy tides of life roll in.
Thank you for reading Horizons of Light. 💕
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motherhood grows the heart and the mind
birthing a love like no other
do I deserve this bundle
a blessing to behold
small eyes so bright, pure
her smile, her laugh
so tender
loving
sweet
To Be Called Mom is written for the Tanka Tuesday challenge.
Thank you for stopping by to read. 🙏🏽💛
indigo azure
horizontal strokes curving
injecting mystique
draws us in wonder
what lies beneath is unknown
Cool Shades of Cobalt and Cerulean is written for the Tanka Tuesday challenge. We are to write an ekphrastic poem. The challenge this week is to let the colors and brush strokes inspire our words, rather than to write about what is in the painting.
The art in this piece is by an unknown artist. It is the top half of an old calendar that I cut out and placed in a clear frame. The colors are very calming placed in a mysterious scene in the background. The work looks similar to art by Hwang Young-Sung, but I cannot confirm. If anyone knows who the artist is I would love to know too.
Thank you for reading🙏🏽💕
A Shadorma
you're up next
smiling and sweating
is this real
on the mic
speaking word my thighs trembling
snap, snap my smile grew
I knew then
I can't mess this up
ankles weak
lights blinding
just who do I think I am
calm down, you got this
Thank you for reading my poem, Fighting the Feeling; Stage Fright. It is a Shadorma written for the W3 prompt. 🙏🏽💖 This is the first time writing this poem style. I’m not sure if it is right, but I enjoyed it!
Speaking in front of a crowd can be a scary thing. The physical things that you feel standing up there. It’s amazing how the body responds and the thoughts that run through your mind. The inner ‘prep talk’ is what helped me get through the recital of Until That Day.
A Triolet
Handle with care, don’t beat my heart
Longevity of Redwoods our love will endure
Umbrella canopy keeps us from drifting apart
Handle with care, don’t beat my heart
Strength for each other, our counterpart
Guard the covenant, our union will reassure
Handle with care, don’t beat my heart
Longevity of Redwoods our love will endure
Redwoods and Infinity Covenants was written in response to the prompt by Sadje. Thank you for stopping by to read💞
Image credit: Brianna Parks on Unsplash
*Poem revised on 3/12/26*
A Diamante
Bengal
Striped Tiger
Hunting Camouflaging Roaring
Fierce Majestic Playful Energetic
Running Fetching Barking
Spotted Canine
Dalmatian
Thank you for stopping by to read! 🙏🏽💖
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Thank you for taking time to read my poem. I appreciate all of you who come here to read and comment.
First, I would like to thank Christine and David. Christine, thank you for the nomination to be PoW. David, thank you for your time and effort in organizing and bringing us the W3 poetry prompts each week.
This is a first for me (pun intended) 😊. Hosting a poetry prompt, I am humbled. I hope you all enjoy and I am excited to read the responses. Have fun creating!
An echo poem
It all began with a glance
glance
A quick look that had me in a trance
trance
Butterflies in my stomach do a dance
dance
Not like the two-step but the Harlem shake
shake
My first adolescent crush
crush
Had my face all flushed
flushed
Suddenly cheeks turn beet red like blush
blush
Ah this puppy love, what a rush
rush
Holding hands at summer camp
camp
Eyes light up bright, like a lamp
lamp
Sweat beads on my forehead, damp
damp
Oh, I wonder if he thinks I’m a tramp
tramp
Only one thing is for sure
sure
Summer camp is nothing but pure
pure
Hot fun in the lush green land
land
One must experience it to understand
understand?