Monday Morning Musings – 8

Out for a walk last week I discovered a place that brought a smile as I remembered….


Wandered upon whimsy

Moss, stones, tumbled chimney

Forgotten garden child

Flower strewn, laughter wild

Unabashed joy rises

Muddy footed, blue eyed

Wind beckoned, dreams chased

Memory’s breath, heart traced.

ls/ July 21 2019




Monday Morning Musings – 6

I am loathe to attribute my limited perspective as fact to circumstances and situations that were mired in half truths and hopeful lies. This week’s poem is titled Fumbled and can be found in Dark Road, now available on Amazon.


Fumbled in our darkness

Fumbled in our dreams

Bitter taste of failing

Try and try again

To be less, more, something in between

Until broken, love diminished, grief

Futility, missteps, angst

We stood no chance

Fumbled in our darkness

Fumbled to be free.



Monday Morning Musings – 5

ThIs poem is not from Dark Road, but comes from a place that inspires me. Perhaps today I longed for Baja waves and my besties and the lyricism of Spanish.




Sirena dreams sea and stone

Wanderer, heart alone

Sings refrain of ocean tides

Time space divides

Righted wrongs, wronged rights

Questions waves incite

Duality caught between

Tender smile, cruel screams

Bound by choice, where none exists

Imagined sorrow’s kiss

Pearl born from the mundane

Stares upon reflection changed


Sirena sueña mar y piedra

Vagabundo, solo corazón

Canta estribillo de mareas oceánicas

El tiempo se divide

Malos derechos, derechos injuriados

Preguntas que incitan las ondas

Dualidad atrapada entre

Sonrisa tierna, gritos crueles

Limitado por elección, donde no exista

El beso del dolor imaginado

Perla nacida de lo mundano

Miradas fijas sobre reflexión cambiadas

Monday Morning Musings 4

I can’t remember which came first the picture or the poem. Perhaps it is of no importance. Here is this week’s selection from Dark Road, a collection of poems by yours truly, now available on Amazon.  Thanks for taking a moment to muse.



taste of uncertainty

pause’s complexity

wind rustles through the trees

leaves fall on my beliefs

stillness waits, shadows grieve

I let go to be free


Monday Morning Musings 3

A sleepless night spent at a truck stop in the middle of nowhere as we traversed across the prairies…..


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Prairie guardians, flightless steel

Landscape stretches surreal

Cries of hunter’s, captives caged

Time falls upon the strange

Scent of yellow fields fill

Vastness stretches until

We are lost, we are found

Wheels turn, road stretches on.



Monday Morning Musings – 2

Another offering from “Dark Road”, my 1st collection of poetry.  Here’s to detours, being lost, discoveries and trusting your own voice wherever the journey and the pen leads.



Waiting for the ordinary

on a Tuesday in May, barely

warm enough for the cotton dress

blue striped, clings to her swelling breasts;

the world passes aquamarine eyes

and in that moment, she decides

stirs her tea, sips in contentment

perfume of lilacs is sweetest

as you turn from Oak onto Main

every breath is never the same.


Ordinary 2