The Sea, The Moon And You

The sea doesn’t know what I know,
she only washes softly
against the nearby shores.

Perhaps she wishes
her waves could reach further
so she could embrace something unfamiliar
with her touch.
But for now, she remains contained
on that same familiar shore.

Maybe the next raging storm
will set her free to test her boundaries.
I have tested borders too, but my heart
always found its way back home to you.

The grieving moon has tasted heartache
as a fading companion star
fell unexpectedly
from the depths of the dark, quivering sky.
But it doesn’t know or understand
what I would do if I lost you.

Most days, I have faith in our love,
more than able to imagine forever in your arms.
But I am not a fool,
I know that one tiny tip of fate’s scales
could unravel the best relationship.
So every day I pray that you will always be
my one true destiny.

Celestial Poetry

Crescent moon, worn thin,
pokes through the pensive midnight sky
as the stars play with cobwebbed cotton threads
from a fraying cloud.

On the blurry edges of sleep,
an angel hangs
divine, poetic words,
for me to discover when I awake..

so I can make you smile.

No Star Left

Missing you..
no stars left to wish upon,
I offer the blueness of morning
the chance to grant my wishes.

The Language Of Stars

I try connecting
stars to the end
of your leftover sentences.

The language of denial
flickers briefly,
before the truth,,,
spits gitty stardust at the moon,

Sisters Forever

I remember

whispers in the night

and laughing until Mom

gave us one final warning.

Some days I can’t believe you’re gone.

Sisters forever..

didn’t God understand

I was the oldest?

It should have been me,

I always led the way.

Won a gold trophy for this one

Dragon Boats

(this one won, gold, silver, and hm in three different contests)

My limbs are saturated
with fatigue,
from pushing through the movements.

One stroke, then another
I push for all I am worth.
The motion is somewhat soothing,
moments of time suspended
in the exhilaration.

The sounds of the paddles
whispering a prayer into the water,
forming ripples against the tide.

I feel your ghostly hand
on my bony shoulder,
and your voice in my ear..
“paddle faster Sis".

No time for tears today,
or thoughts of outrunning cancer.
I dig deeper
looking for that something extra
to pull the dragon boat forward.

We are all survivors here...
just hoping to make it,
across the finish line.

(this one won gold in a contest)

That Damn Cat

Sadie is hiding now in your closet
with her claws, ready and set
to demolish your grey mohair sweater.
Since you left she seems a little sweeter,
I never cared for cats, especially calicoes
but I like the way she is now destroying your clothes.


Yesterday, I picked up our special takeout order
from our regular Chinese place on the corner.
Old habits keep me lonely and trapped
but I don't think I want you back.


Sadie has ripped the mohair to sheds
now she is working on the posts of our bed.
She has completely stopped eating anything
except the fresh shrimp you keep bringing.


After you leave she mopes for hours
hiding under our frayed bed covers.
I spread the bed with your newly shredded jacket
so Sadie will sleep beside me on her blanket.


I know you want to come home
I can hear, "please forgive me", in your tone.
I really don't know what to do,
but that damn cat really misses you.

The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter

The sun dreamt of putting on
the reflective illumination of the moon.

The moon feverishly wished
that It could outshine the sun.

The earth bowed her head and prayed
that the moon and sun,

would eventually learn to love themselves

Dogs And Love

The dogs ask me why,
again today..

With eyes so sad and brown,
they question where you’ve gone.

How do I explain
the cruelly of human love
to creatures who are so loyal?

This one won silver and honorable mention in two contests.

Gardening And Poetry

I tiptoe around, finding fault
with crafty imposters pretending
to be polished poetry.

Today the contours of my words,
all seem hideous and unmanageable.
I fight too hard to bend them into shape.

I slide old poems I’ve written
over my tongue like souvenirs,
hoping for instant inspiration.
Nothing but rubbish tumbles out.

Turns out it might be
a great day for gardening after all.

This one won gold in a contest.

Stranded Stars

Last thing I glimpse
before surrendering
to the frayed silhouette of the moon,
is another stranded star
that needs rescuing.

This one won gold in a contest.

Blessed By Moonlight

The lactating, northern moon spills
across the ribbons of the milky way
feeding the lyrical silver stars,
reflecting their light across the waiting sky.

Reverberating golden energy,
erasing the silhouettes of
of night's dark loneliness.

Reflective lunar magic,
creating gossamer laced visions,

that I clutch at with eager hands.

Kissed

Beloved,
allow me to ask you
how does it feel
when the gentle breeze
falls in a loving caress
across your weary face?

Can you sense a presence
in the warmth..
as you are kissed
oh so softly
by the enduring
breath of God?

Hope

Formed in the salt water of a single tear,
a prayer slides unnoticed
through the star studded atmosphere.

A heavenly being finally finds it
clinging softly to a star.
It’s dewy presence glittering
in the glow of the moon.

There is little hope
trapped in its essence,
just a tiny seedling of perhaps..
but the angel knows that belief holds the seed,
from which miracles are formed.

She cradles the tear in the palm of her hand,
as on radiant wings of grace
she flies beyond the clouds.
There she places the precious gift
into God's majestic hand.

God caresses the tear,
mixing it with one of his own...
blending belief with healing
as another prayer is answered
because of a tiny seed of hope.