S is for Sonnet (and Silence)

If I said the prompt at Poets on the Page spoke to me today, I’d be lying. I fought with poetry all day today. For once, I started early in the day, but nothing was working. I really wanted to write a sestina about silence, then it became about sailing. Then the words weren’t cooperating and I threw it all out. At the end of the day, I offer this sonnet

Image from San Diego Professional Writer's Group blog

Image from San Diego Professional Writer’s Group blog


Sonnet for the Silent Muse

Silence is frustrating when from the muse

I write and write but none of my words fit

Deleted, rewritten, carefully choose

Still nothing is working, but I can’t quit


Press on. Try again. Use a different form.

Make it easier and don’t try to rhyme.

Take a break. Have a snack, then you’ll perform.

Relax and listen… just give it some time.


My head hurts from banging against the wall

Trying to shake free the right words to use.

I’ll keep writing and giving it my all.

Keeping the channel open for my muse.


Edison once commented on success…

It looks like work no matter how it’s dressed.


edison quote

R is for Remy La Rhyme (and Reflections)

As I searched for a topic for today’s poem, I came across this gem:

“Did you ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real, and you’re just a reflection of him?”  ~Bill Waterson

The prompt over at Poets on the Page today was to write a “reflection” poem and I took finding the quotation as my cue. I also wanted a difficult form challenge, so I took on the Remy La Rhyme form.


Image by George Hodan

Image by George Hodan


Puddles gather along the walk

To mock the pedestrians, reflecting

Distorted images of who they think they are.

People rush on. No time to talk.


Talk is cheap. What counts is action.

Hurry or we’ll be late for the meeting.

No time to notice what the puddle is showing.

Don’t need another distraction.


Distraction, though, is what we need

To prevent making the distortion real.

Quivering, wrinkling, and evaporating…

Becoming nothing. Never freed.


Freed from slavery that muddles

Our idea of what’s really important.

Slow down, look around, and take the time to notice

Lessons we can learn from puddles.

Easter Sunday

Today as I drove along I-40 and I-85, the new growth of spring was beautiful. Rebirth and renewal (and a BIG project I’m working on) were the inspiration for this free verse.

Image by Petr Kratochvil

Image by Petr Kratochvil


Change is in the air.

Spring is bringing new birth.

Flowers are blooming.

Caterpillars form cocoons

In the branches of

Trees just beginning to show green.


Soon butterflies will emerge

And fly on their

Brand new wings.


And so will I.

P is for Pleiades (and Parabola)

For today’s installment of the A-to-Z challenge, I offer a bit of my mathematical background. The poetic form is pleiades with origins in the constellation Taurus. As I read about its history, I couldn’t help but connect to the ancient Greek influence in both astronomy and mathematics. The video at the bottom is included as an illustration of the poem’s first line (for those who may be curious!) I’m also including a link to the wikipedia page that defines parabola (again, for those who may not be familiar with the term and can’t help but be curious… lol). 

By KSmrq [GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html), CC-BY-SA-3.0, via Wikimedia Commons

By KSmrq [GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html), CC-BY-SA-3.0, via Wikimedia Commons



Punkin’ chunkin’ contest’s

Pathway traced through the sky

Perfectly illustrates

Planar curves of a cone

Plenty of quadratic

Problems for algebra;

Pain for many students.


O is for Ode

I just got in from a long-ish drive. The drive inspired today’s ode.

My childhood home - image retrieved from Google Maps

My childhood home – image retrieved from Google Maps

Ode to My Childhood Home

The dark gray asphalt

Hums beneath my tires

Leading me along

The familiar route

Back to my childhood home.

Every curve, every bump

As familiar as my own face

In the mirror of time…

They say you can’t go back again

And yet I do

Go back

Because it’s a part of me;

A part of my past,

My present,

And likely my future.

The ties that bind me there

Are stronger than steel.

They are blood-strong;

Loose enough to allow for


But still attached to the base.

I’ve pushed the boundaries

Further and further

Over the years

To see how far I can reach

Without letting go.

The bungee cord stretches

To its limit

Then rebounds

Pulling me

Back home again.

N is for Nonet (and Narcissist)

Having known one or two in my life, today’s nonet is for them.

Jan Cossiers [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Jan Cossiers [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

The Narcissist


Shamelessness, arrogance, and envy…

Your sense of entitlement and

Lack of healthy boundaries

Allow you to exploit

Others, projecting

Your shame onto

Them without