Small eyes of bright dark glass, brighter than beetles crawling through infinite grass.

Tall and white as the flower beneath my window that opens each day and disappears each night. You move so fast.

I must step out for a better view. The bloom doesn’t mind…why do you?

{National Poetry Month is here. I will try to write a poem every day for the month of April. This is possibly one of those quantity over quality situations. There may be typos…

I don’t know if I will be able to publish a poem every single day, but I would like to at least attempt to write one.

This poem was inspired by the “early bird” warm-up prompt on March 31, 2020 at}

Wealth Management

Need a safe room?
For diamonds? Family heirlooms?
For gold and guns?
Winning lottery ticket
to hide from fawning relations?
Rare paintings?
None of these?

Unless they blind you,
or cut off your hands,
or put you in solitary,
can’t you still make
a cup of tea for pennies?

Until they set up a Payday Loans
where the library used to be,
can’t you always find good books?
Pens? Paper?
Can’t you wake to sunrise?
Watch it set?
Listen for the winds of change?
Pet a cat?
Smell the coffee?

{It’s still poetry month…and although I did not write 30 poems, I did read and write more poetry than last month, so that’s something.

This was inspired by another great Real Toads prompt: Write a poem using questions, and consider answering them. I decided to write the answers in the form of questions also…}


In the last year or two,
love rejoiced with the truth,
day by day, each time I prayed–

aware of human crimes,
crashing symbols oftimes–
in the last year, my love.

Our God does not charge,
and love does not fail.
Love speaks truth and fairytale.

Angelic tongues will not prevail,
only prayers to God and you,
day by day, my love


{It’s already day twelve of poetry month. This is my third poem. I’ve been enjoying practicing new forms, so I thought I would try the cascade poem suggested by dVerse earlier this month. I’m linking to today’s prompt at Toads, which is love. This poem is inspired in part by the love described in chapter 13 of 1 Corinthians–which is a poem in and of itself–as well as the traditional prayer, Day by Day.}