What a Difference Fifty Years Makes

In the old days we’d write on black slate
That would screech as the chalk scratched the plate
Or pop with each pound.
Now my mouse moves around
And my tablet sounds better than great.

Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 45 with a photo prompt above by condesign at Pixabay.

Hide and Seek

My intuition’s been off-cue
Slipping on fresh stress.
It should have had a cleaner view,
Not made, but dodged, this mess.
Deep paths entangle. Hope gets through.
Some guiding pebbles show.
I’ll seek if I may hide with you.
Those demons need not know.

Written for dVerse Quadrille #20 using the prompt “cue”.

Image: Frank Hubeny, “Left Turn”

Scarier Than Halloween

There are horrors that let themselves in
When the gambles I trusted won’t win.
Is God still on my side
As my crash goes to hide
In my heart like a well-deserved sin?

Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 44: Horror.

Photo: Frank Hubeny, “Leaves Surrendering to Winter”

The Sea

It’s wetter than I want to be
And so I choose the land.
My weighty friend, great gravity,
Prefers that I should stand.

A boat is an alternative,
But some do sink out there.
Why leave the land and try to live
And float in some nowhere?

There are those creatures in that deep
Who wishy-washy roam.
I’ll count on waves of dreamy sheep.
I’d rather sleep at home.

Photo by the author
Hear the author read this poem on SoundCloud.


Anticipating Halloween

When those Halloween spooks ring my door
I’d run to them creaking the floor.
They must wait patiently.
I move slower they see,
But I’ve treats that they’ve come looking for.

Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 43: Celebrations.


Enter into breathing time
Stuff may rise and fall.
It’s not our place to make it stop
Nor can we have it all.

It may not make a lot of sense.
You may wonder why.
Sparkle while you have the chance.
Decades wander by.

Written for dVerse Quadrille #19 hosted by WhimsyGizmo with the prompt “spark”.

Two Homonyms Too Many

In the Fall life will fall, but will spring
Back with Spring at its back. Love will bring
Winter’s cold, winter’s song,
Winter’s cold caught too long,
A warm heart to the heart of the thing.

Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 42: Homonyms.
Photo: “Shell and Sand” by Frank Hubeny