Still

My mother was gone
by this age I am,
messages
she may have shared
are nowhere found,
there’s no track
to follow
no clues to see,
she didn’t go here,
it’s all new to me.

I write my life
by first-hand view
no warning words
no clearcut signs
an unmarked path.

Still,
I want to ask.

Digital Photo by Sue
Totally Optional Prompts: evocative poetry
Still is an older poem but it brings back a house-full of memories.
poems and digital photos

Currents

modern radio vibrates
in my pajama pocket

tiny buds fill my ears
compensate for offbeats

turned loose by local juvey
current battle of the bands

*

modern radio
cannot compensate
for old-time music

*
earphones and a stick
compensate for huge speakers
modern radio

Today's Fractal
Today's 3WW prompt: Compensate, modern, radio

fractals

Replay

one doo wop replay night,
from a front row seat
he shines in camera light
his guileless face behind
a single tear near spill.

from a king of sing
innocent words,
a sweet cover for acts
pitting few against many,
rekindle years of sixty

he hums along with love
that lasts a million years



Writers Island prompt: Unforgettable

Tears of Iris, Digital Photo processed in Digital Image Suite
Other Digital Photos here

poetry and photos

Loneliness Haiku

One Deep Breath offered today's prompt: Loneliness



iPod pink
dot blogspot dot com
plastic life



yard fencing
guards the resident
locks life out





Original Watercolor from my Abstract Watercolor Gallery

This is a busy month with both NaBloPoMo and NaNoWriMo. Sometimes I barely remember to get to yoga class (or lotus class as my older daughter calls it!).

poetry watercolor