End Notes

>> 1.29.2010

Our favorite world
is almost over –
clock counting down
until it’s gone.

we had rainy Sundays,
croissants and café au lait
savored over the New York Times,
snuggling together,
spooning so close moonlight
couldn’t slip between our skin.

we have knife-edged confrontations,
disconsolate tears,
locked doors delineating
the abyss between us,
your attorney meeting mine
during tee time at the club.

the judgment shall be decreed,
every line read, finalized,
our signatures placed just so.

And then,
our world will be undone,
no more passage together,
just uncharted roads
we each must travel


Twitter Poetry (#poetwe)

>> 1.25.2010

pearly winter blanket punctuated /
by cardinal’s vivid blaze /
black eyes snapping as he munches /
breakfast at my feeder #poetwe

blanketing fog encompasses surroundings /
night shadows blocking vision /
forcing back the day /
walking in a dreamscape #poetwe

blazing light rips wide the sky /
wind gossips with the trees /
dark night grumbles overhead /
heralding the arriving winter storm #poetwe


Twitter Poetry (#poetwe)

>> 1.20.2010

pre-dawn, gleaming fingernail moon hovers /
above the rainbow ribbons of twilight arch /
as indigo dreams fade in light of day #poetwe

iridescent fog slithers across landscape /
tendrils capturing awakening sun /
shrouding morning within twilight #poetwe

hurry, hurry, worry, wait /
deadline approaching, computer dying /
Tuesday becomes Monday #poetwe


Twitter Poetry (#poetwe)

>> 1.10.2010

yesterday I spied a robin and a cardinal /
dancing together across the snow /
searching for birdly nibbles /
hope they like frozen food


Twitter Poetry (#poetwe)

>> 1.09.2010

I'm attempting something new - Twitter poetry.  Twitter allows for short, only 140 characters, which does include spaces, dashes, and all punctuation.  So I'm attempting to use this format to write poetry.  I'm finding it somewhat difficult.  I tend to be wordy, so expressing the thought, the intent within this form takes some effort.  Not as much as a 6 word story, but enough.  So,  here's my first Twitter Poem, or as I call it #poetwe.

This was to commemorate the blizzard most of Northeastern Oklahoma experienced on Christmas Eve of 2009.  This was only the third blizzard in recorded weather statistics which is in the last 100 years.  Sustained winds of 35 m.p.h. with gusts up to 60 m.p.h.  Final total for Tulsa was 5.8 inches; I live about 35 - 40 miles south and east, and we received about 7 inches of snow.  Needless to say, it was a very quiet Christmas.  Stayed home, bundled up, and read or watched t.v.  Hope your Christmas was warm and loving!

blizzard wind howls in the trees /
overwhelms land with icy flakes /
dancing like manic fireflies /
dangerous beauty full of frigid ire



>> 1.06.2010

Dawn sneaks across the sky
in painted beauty, prismatic gleams,

a soft kiss to bid the dark night farewell,
serenaded by the mourning dove

a dream awaited, anticipated –
a flame to enrapture the soul.



>> 1.03.2010

Does it slip ‘like sand through an hourglass’?
Or, merely get lost along the way, bogged
down with the day-to-day living, forgotten
amongst the rubbish of necessary?

One day, a child with nothing to worry
about except imaginary friends, then time
for school, must be on time, making the grade,
being in the right place, doing the right thing.

Finding yourself on the outside looking in,
lost, never belonging, missing something
you can’t even name. Rushing, chasing after
some dream someone told you that you should

want. Then out in the world you go – time
for work, punching a time clock, get your forty
hours in, make it count. Climb the ladder, always
seeking the dream, success. More money, more

bills, no time for the kids, no time for friends.
Until you wake up old, gray, all alone, wondering
how you lost forty years. Facing a reflection
you don’t recognize. Always wondering how

time got away from you. Wishing
for something you threw away
a long time ago.


About This Blog

The name for this blog was inspired by a quote by Nietzsche, below.

"Dancing in all its forms cannot be excluded from the curriculum of all noble education; dancing with the feet, with ideas, with words, and, need I add that one must also be able to dance with the pen?" ~ Friedrich Nietzsche

I plan on this being the start of an incredible journey of discovery and creativity. I invite you to bring your pen, and come dance with me!


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