Category Archives: Poetry

Ancient Voice

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My mind and body still recall
The years I cherished most of all,
When I played piano all through day and night.
I learned to laugh; I learned to sing.
I learned to cope with anything;
An ancient voice that speaks my spirit bright.

Original Songs

Not every song I wrote on piano was in 3/4 or waltz time, even though all of these are. 🙂

Love

In the Meantime

Shalom! Baruch Haba!

(Hebrew)

Come unto Me

—
My “voice” Quadrille for De at
dVerse.
Join us! You’re next in the Q!

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Empty Nest

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She’ll never have my freckles;
He’ll never have your eyes.
Their names won’t find a tender song
In sweetest lullabies.

We’ve talked it out before;
We won’t speak of it again.
But our lack of precious children
Leaves a part of me in pain.

—
My second “freckle” Quadrille for Mish at
dVerse.

Changes

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I used to have money;
I had so much time.
And when in my space,
It was quiet, sublime!

He thought when we married,
O it would be smooth!
But the changes keep coming
And changing my groove.

I used to sit calmly
To think or to sing
Or listen to birds
Do their busy-bird things.

I try to be happy;
I try to be kind,
But the stresses spill over…
Am I losing my mind?

I really don’t know
Where this marriage will lead.
But one thing’s for sure:
Change is still guaranteed!

—
Written for
#Ragtag Daily Prompt #RDP #Change
and
FOWC with Fandango: Spill

Invasion

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Once I dreamt I was the moon, bright and full, watching over the June night sky and everyone beneath me. I’ve seen a lot of things in my time, but nothing could prepare me for what I witnessed then.

I gazed upon a woman who wrote all night. Poems, songs, journal entries… But she was neither writing nor sleeping. Instead, she lay in bed, considering a new relationship with a man far away. He was a writer, too, but they had never met. She marveled at how he could invade her heart and home with just the touch of his words. His poem even said he loved her. But how would this invasion change her life?

Suddenly, I awoke. No, I was not the moon. I was the woman in the dream, still wondering how your invasion would change my life.

Now I know!

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This was written for the following prompts:
Prosery #2 at dVerse,
FOWC with Fandango: Touch,
#RDP #Ragtag Daily Prompt Friday: Prepare.

Thank you all for these prompts! You keep me writing. 🙂

The Lost Muse

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I used to play my instruments and sing.
I wrote a song each week for several years.
The furthest I get now is just to think
And wonder why, which always turns to tears.
The feelings in my life are sad but clear,
The circumstances changed, but for the best?
There’s benefit in breaks and needed rest;
I feel the choice was taken and not made.
I’ve lost my songful spirit, now depressed.
I pray the Muses hasten to my aid!

—
Dizain #3 for
dVerse.

The Trail Inside

(Ukulele, written 2017)