Chimera

Tell me your name.

.

Change

Shift

And Reveal

But then I blink

And you are gone.

Moving

Making and

Creating

New ripples in this

Thing we call

Life.

.

Tell me your name, Chimera


This poem is inspired by the Name That Vase by The Alchemist’s Studio! Each month, readers are given the chance to write a poem inspired by the vase! I was part of this challenge back in 2019 and had the honor of naming this piece: here. What would you write in response to this vase? Picture by The Alchemist’s Studio.

blizzard of thoughts

Awake and feeling

That you’ve forgotten

Something important

To do

.

I remember the way

You made me smile

And how I giggled

At your jest

.

That moment

In time

And a blizzard of thoughts

I knew

It was love

.

Staring up at the ceiling

And I think back

To all the important things

I need to say

To you


Hello! I have been going through some of the older Tuesday Writing Challenge prompts at the Go Dog Go Cafe. This poem was inspired by the title “blizzard of thoughts”. Although I have tried to steer clear of love poems recently, they always seem to creep back up on me! I enjoyed writing this poem and remember those feelings one gets as a teenager. Do you like to write love poems?

Heart Sealed

Maybe until

My eyes

Turn to ashes

Will I remember

That moment

I kept

My mouth

Words and

Heart sealed

To your pain

I saw

Knew and heard

How those people 

Treated  you

And I never

Looked your way

Or held your 

Gaze

As you searched 

For a friend

Yes, I will die

With this regret

Of my silence

In your moment

Of need


This poem was inspired by the Tuesday Prompt Challenge at thg Go Dog Go Cafe. Check out this weeks prompt: HERE. I am working through some older prompts to help inspire my writing. For this prompt we were instructed to write about regret over a past choice. I really dug deep for this piece and realized that some of my biggest regrets come from keeping my mouth shut and not speaking up. It was good to use this poem as a way to process those memories and I hope to grow into someone who can advocate for those around me. Photo by Jeremy Bishop on Unsplash

Begin Again

Again!

Move against

The grain

Scraping

Bending

And moving past

The trapped

jumbled movement

.

Again!

Change them into

Smooth

Skipping stones

Your thoughts

And actions

Worn and sanded

Almost to the point

Of cracking

.

Repeat!

Twirl and tumble

Up and down

Back and forth

For the past

No longer defines

you

.

Repeat!

Refined by 

The creation

Of new moments

And crashing

Through every

Door

.

Again!

Keep pace to 

Your own rhythm

And feel

Sweet tender

Embraces

As your soul

Remembers 

Its name


I am so excited to announce that I will have a poem published in the Flora Fiction Literary Magazine: Spring 2021 issue! This is such a huge step for me personally!! The piece above was also submitted to the magazine but was not selected, so I thought I would share with you all. The theme for the Spring issue is “Revival” and I can’t wait to see the published issue! I know for a fact that I will be buying a physical copy so that I can have a keepsake of my first published work! I am beyond excited and just want to say to everyone out there, “THANK YOU!” Thanks for reading and commenting, your kind words have built up my confidence and push me to write more and more. I will let you know when the issue has been published and where you can find my piece!

a midnight sigh

A traveler

Alone

But for a memory

That never left

The warm moments

By a fireside

With a soft

And simple way

About her

He did remember

Alone

A midnight sigh

And howling moon

For a smile

He could not

Forget

Hazel eyes

That stayed true 

And a mouth that

Melted

He did remember

Alone


This poem is inspired by the Go Dog Go Cafe Tuesday Prompt Challenge. This is an older prompt from February(midnight sigh) but going through these helps spark my imagination. After re-reading, I must have been feeling very forlorn! Something about the word ‘sign’ sparked this idea of wishing and hoping for something else. What do you think about the poem? What does the word “sigh” spark in your imagination?

3 Kyokas

Roses are red, and

Violets are blue, truly

My heart is distraught

For will naming the colors

Help me find a husband soon?

.

Jack and Jill went up

a hill, I told them to “Scram!”

Jack fell down and lost 

His crown. Jill turned and cried out

“Down with the capitalists!”

.

Good morn! Miss Muffet

Do you have some porridge to 

Share? Wait! No, I see

That I’ve frightened you! But wait!

People call me Spider Man!


Kyoka is a satirical take on the haiku form. I submitted these for an online journal, but alas they did not get accepted. The nice thing is then I get to share them sooner! I had fun taking on the challenge of writing these little poems. My inspiration was to use old American nursery rhymes and change them up. I feel as though I could have explored this a bit further and created something truly magical. But sometimes it is nice to just write and not worry about editing your work. Lately, I have been trying to submit to online journals and collections. This is just one of my resolutions for this year! It has been fun to challenge myself and stretch my writing! Thanks so much, I hope that you enjoy these little poems.

Is it the fear 

Taking hold of my heart

Hands that felt 

So warm

Just a moment ago

And I think 

That the vestibule is empty

Water slowly finding its way

To the ocean

Am I like the wind?

Drawn to the rushing

Moving

Whistling sounds

Where two lovers meet

And then fade

Many moments

On this planet earth seem

Frozen

Stolen or fabricated

To fit anothers

Idea of wealth

Will I be the rainbow?

Dyeing to color

And change the ways

That humans perceive 

Even the simplest

Delicate beam

Oh how I wish

That it was easier to live

Breathe

And know that 

You are loved.


Feeling a bit forlorn and lost lately. Emotionally I am everywhere all at once. Maybe its because the year anniversairy of lockdown is approaching and it feels ominous… Photo by Matt Hardy on Unsplash

Sister

People say that we look alike

You and I

Me and you

But I tell them that we are sisters

So it makes sense

.

Us and them 

Them and us

.

We exist in a plane

A realm, all to our own

Crafting imaginary friends and 

Detailed schemes

Of how to break free from this boorish

World we inhabit

.

I and you

You and me

.

Our color is red,

The color of rich velvety roses

Deep feeling and harsh tones

No one else seems to understand

that

you always loved the white chrysanthemum 

Too

.

Me and them

Them and me

.

I grip your arm and wonder

About what you really think about

In that dark

Hidden heart

We share secrets

But your eyes make me wonder

If there is a depth

That you haven’t yet uncovered

To me

.

You and I

Me and You

.

Forget what that random mister

Said to us on the street

We laugh at the dog and

How he chased his tail

Then gave the wind

Ten thousand different names

Looking shyly at the sun

together

Never leave me

My sister

My love

.

You and me

I and thee


I wrote this for the Ekphrastic Challenge found at the Ekphrastic Review. It was really fun to be challenged by this picture. Honestly, I was hoping to have my poem featured on the weekly post but I was up against some master writers. Alas! But I wanted to share because I really loved how this piece turned out! Thanks for reading! I have been a bit MIA because of a personal project that is in the works!

L’hiver

Quiet and coffee

Scented snuggles

Are the perfect

Preface

For my story.

.

Once upon a time

In a land far

Faraway

There lived a young girl

Tender hearted

And strong minded

She willed the seas 

To rise

And the rains to fall

But one day

She realized that

In all her travels

She never

Marveled at the 

Beauty of the 

Land north 

Of here.

She grabbed her

Bags and packed her

Wares to find

This land of cold

She willed the seas 

To fall

And the rains to rise

There she stood

Marveling

At the majesty

Of the 

White winter land

A place of chilling

Consequence

And smokey

Breathe

“J’ai trouvé l’hiver”

She said with

Gusto and strength

She willed the seas

To rise

And the rains to fall

The Land North

Became her home

And there she lived

All her

Days

.

Sleep and dream

Of the whimsical ways

That this story

Speaks about you

And your next

adventure.


Today’s poem was inspired by Eugi’s lovely prompt! As always, I love how prompts inspire and help me to stretch and grow. I have been thinking a lot about storytelling lately: How stories are conveyed and told; How stories are passed down through generations. Because of this idea, I felt inspired to write a mini story or tale. I imagine a mother telling her daughter this story as her child falls asleep. So it is meant to be a bedtime story. With that, I am also still experimenting with languages and adding them as I see fit. My knowledge and understanding of French is much greater than that of Spanish, so I plan on using francais more frequently. Thanks for reading! I would love to know if you also wrote a piece inspired by the prompt! Photo by Joakim Honkasalo on Unsplash