Apr 24

Small Girl Sits

Small girl sits. Alone
on glittered steps with purple
asters, and she waits.

A field of flowers
Paints the sky, but petals fall.
As she sits and waits.

Parental steps slip
home, but the flower is gone.
Lays in pooled petals.
Nov 29

Stiff Bones

Oct 01

Teen Writer

You can find her words
         across the page
and her tears
       the ink
when she doesn't know what else to do
after you break her like a pencil.
Jun 15
poem 3 comments challenge: General

A Field of Flowers

A field of flowering daisies,
Is where I want to be.
A meadow of measurable sunflowers,
Is what I want to see.

I want to walk through these pastures
With little to no care,
Even when a tiny bumble
Brushes against my hair.

I want the sky a pretty blue
To contrast with colorful petals,
And an image-capturing device
To fit snug in my hand as it settles.

I want a gentle wind to kiss my neck,
Jun 14

Fake Rocks

I was a stone,
smooth and subtle,
but I wanted to be a rock,
rough and remarkable.

The others were all rocks,
so I became a rock,
but with rigids not quite right,
and colors not quite correct.

I still loved being a rock,
so I strutted over to the others,
but the other rocks
did not want me.

As they wriggled away,
I saw something important.
They were not real rocks,
they were fake rocks,
May 31
poem 2 comments challenge: General

Lemon Cookies

Lemon cookies
cover my tongue
with the
sweet and tart
of my grandmother’s
dining room.

A mild memory
into my mind
like lemon juice
into a cup.

I’m hiding
under a glass table
with giggles
out of my tummy
and lemon cookies
in my teeth.

May 23

You Are My Flashbulb Memory

May 18
poem 2 comments challenge: General


All I see is red.
Have I hit my head?
I close my eyes,
hearing far away cries,
Has something begun to spread?

All I see is red.
I begin to dread.
Where am I?
Where is the blue sky?
Is something happening overhead?

All I see is red.
What will lie ahead?
Have they ran?
This was not our plan.
There was so much not said.

All I see is red.
Has everyone fled?
I rub each eye,
May 09
poem 2 comments challenge: Today

Go Figure

It was late today
When I found that song for you
That made my breath still.

My ear caught the line
From the newly strummed ballad
As I browsed the tunes.

It sang the lyrics,
“You’re the one who’s gonna lose”
And you did lose.

You lost the one me
In this world of many yous.
So say go figure.

I say go figure,
Because this had to happen
Or I would be stuck.

I say go figure
May 07
poem 2 comments challenge: Unsaid

The Unsaying

They are the ones
who leave things unsaid.
grabbing the thought with their tongues
Before it slips through their lips,
like standing only steps from the waves
that wash the shore,
but not close enough
to brush their timid toes.

They are the ones
who leave things unsaid,
thinking before saying,
and recycling those thoughts
until they are tired of overthinking,
as if they were old wheels breaking,