December 13


Not All Who Wander are Lost


Not for the exercise or a goal

All for the release of the static

who knew I would become addicted

Wander til the ache is in my soul

Are the results ever dramatic

lost only in thoughts unrestricted


(A Bumper Sticker Poem)

Bumper Sticker Poems – a form I created, inspired by cento and golden shovel poetry, with the following guidelines:

  • Using a bumper sticker as inspiration use the words in the bumper sticker as the first word in each line of the poem
  • The theme of the poem may or may not have anything to do with the message of the sticker
  • Title should be the words of the bumper sticker
  • Should be rhymed
  • 9 syllable lines
  • Number of lines depends on number of words on the bumper sticker

November 20



Holidays roll around

Anticipated but always more quickly

Than you thought, and with them

Come an avalanche of rituals, customs, stories.

What is your tradition?


In all the chaos and stress

And all of the change-up of daily routine

What we do the same each year calms us in the chaos.

My calm is making cranberry orange bread from scratch

Hand chopping, hand mixing, warm and heart warming.


(A Sonnetina Cinque)

November 13

Like the pine needles

Quieting every footstep

On the asphalt path


A long walk outside

Quiets the noise in my mind

In only moments


Needled evergreens

Buffer the sounds of the road

The park is peaceful


Gone from the office

Far from the water cooler

And daily grumbles


A needed lunchtime escape

Prepared for the afternoon


(A Haiku Sonnet)

October 24

Where water meets rock


Resting beside rocks and water thought digesting

Digesting today’s news, aching muscles resting

Peace comes to me where the cold creek waters release

Release all stresses into the burbling peace

Seeking calm but getting a perspective tweaking

Tweaking expectations, transformation seeking


(A Mirrored Sestet)

July 10, 2018



Marbled sunset is my stained glass

I have faith in the sassafras

my parish is the biomass


to the orthodoxy of nature I am beholden

humbled by the buzzing bee in the sunflower golden

the feisty spirit of the small chipmunk does embolden


Eternity I find

in rocky shore line

and how stars align


Nature’s dogma guides

her rules I abide

through each moon and tide


Scripture in leaf veins

bright bird song ordains

cathedral in rains


(A Christ-in-a-rhyme Poem)

June 22

The Longest Day


With desire to view

The shortest night’s debut

We’re on the lake at twilight

From the seats of our boats

Time flying as we float

Sky shifts from washed-out to bright

A rainbow sans the arc

Daylight morphs into dark

We paddle into the night


(A Balassi Stanza)

April 17



Yoga is so gentle


The body, challenging the mind

Much of it is mental


In the strength and calm to find


Holding poses for days


Shoulders with hips, brain with the heart

Gently resisting sways


A place where fitness melds with art


Muscles, mind, and spirit


Quiet peace overtakes unrest

Learning not to fear it


Spine, being kind, opening chest.


(A Tri-Fall Poem)