Moons and Oceans

Not a person

But a planet full

Vast in its purple oceans

And many in its moons

Dragging me into your orbit

And drowning me in your

Violet waves


My mind

tells to my heart:

“There is nothing left

to draft,

for it’s all been written.”

But, my heart laughs,

“Come to me

when you think

a thought

that hasn’t already

been conceived.”

Writing Cursive

As an ink pen,

you express yourself

in graceful, flowing strokes,

and I, your parchment,

would let you practice

your cursive

until you mastered

every letter.

(And, between letters,

I lament

that the alphabet

has only 26.)

Ode to Joy

It seems

contrary to my faculty

to craft poetry

that uplifts

a reader,

rather than

pulling her

deeper into


but it is likely

that I’m simply

overthinking it.

So, I’ve created a poem

to raise the reader

to heights of joy:


smooth coffee


radiant sunsets

good music

snow days


captivating books

love notes

sandy beaches

inside jokes

new shoes

budding flowers


What simple things bring you joy?


Touchstone Tuesday: Poem IX

I edit my work,

but not early

as often

as my work

edits me.

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