Alison’s Garden

In Alison’s Garden a young boy lies.
His hands are pressed tightly against his eyes.
He counts aloud as seconds pass (one…two…),
his stocking absorbing the grass’s hue.

Alison waits behind a tree nearby.
Her light grey eyes reflect the cloudy sky.
She focuses her mind upon her plan
to try and catch a cricket in her hand.

She concentrates ( Read more... )

Day #3 - I based this poem around a boy I was dating at the time. Our relationship was complicated and felt off in many things, but our passion for alcohol and the sexual tension was not among these things. This is an acrostic for those of you keeping track with poetic form.

In your company (with a bottle of wine)

Whether you tower or kneel ( Read more... )

In the spirit of the month of April, and with my friend Christina doing VEDA [Vlog Every Day in April] I've been inspired to participate in NaPoWriMo. This month, April, is National Poetry writing Month and I want to participate because I believe it will stretch my brain and get me to thinking about poetry again, though usually I take much longer ( Read more... )