Thursday, December 17, 2009

Stories In Flight | FlickrPoet

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Foodie Poem by me

Be mellow like Jello. Be smart like a cherry tart. Don't lie like pecan pie. Don't be scorned, be popcorn.

Friday, October 23, 2009

Behind the Orange Curtain

I wrote some new poetry yesterday and today and posted it to my Poetic Muse site on Hubpages. This is the one I just finished 'ORANGE CURTAIN'. If you go there you will find over 100 of my poems.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Penny For Your Thoughts

I wrote a new poem last night. Penny It was very late when I wrote it. But today I like it still.

Saturday, March 28, 2009


Tears running down and down

Snow melt rivers turning into rapids

Seasons change

Hearts change

Spring blizzards crush early flowers

Jack Frost is not ready to slip into the floes

Not until he has his last laugh

But even he cannot hold sway on the turning of the wheel


I dreamed of you last night again

You were in my bed our arms and legs entwined

Listening to the rain outside my window

My long brown hair spiraling across your chest

As I listened to your heart

Amazing how clear a dream can be

Happy Dreaming

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Monday, March 23, 2009

Camping in Springville

Camped underneath the stately cottonwood tree
Covered with new buds and awaiting spring
Splotches of sunshine fell on the meadow grass
While we pitched our tent
The hills were covered with the purple of lupines
Yellow mustard and white forget-me-nots
Spotting the occasional wild turkey
The river chilly from the snow melt
Mario catches a bass
When he cleaned it he found a live crawdad inside
The redbud trees were blooming
Tiny heart shaped leaves were just sprouting
The archers wandered up to the hills
To look for ground squirrels and things to plink at
The sound of hammer on metal ringing through the air
From the blacksmith's workshop
We had two spring days and one winter day
The pelting rain soaking our tent and canopy
While we rushed to pack up and head back to the city
My clothes and shoes soaked from slogging through the mud and rain
Powdery snow now dusting the hilltops
As we waved goodbye to old friends and new

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

After the Storm

The day dawned and I was still here

I had survived the emotional war

Next time I may not come back from the abyss

While I was sleeping last night I stopped breathing

I woke up abruptly gasping for air

It's stress I tell myself

Fallout from the last three days

I'm not so worried today

I feel better overall

Even though I have a terrible migraine

Still better than yesterday though

The sun is shining today

The warmth feels good even though I have to keep my eyes shut

Blue eyes are sensitive or so I hear

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Selective Vision

How could I have been so obsessed with you to the point that I didn't even see it coming?

How could I have assumed you wouldn't wander off the minute I turned my back?

Oh yes there were clues, but then aren't there always?

It is only human to have selective vision.

To only see what I wanted to see.


I am awake long past the time I should be awake

I think about the futility of life

And how fragile it is

How a few days without food or sleep or water can ruin us

How we are caught up in our own illusions

How we are perpetually lonely no matter how we try to cling to others

They have their own drama to live

Their own storyline to play out

We can dance with them for awhile but then the dance moves on

Spinning out of control and I am once again standing alone in a dark corner

Friday, March 06, 2009

My Poetry on Hubpages

Hubpages has a new system for categorizing articles. So now I'm going through all my poetry on that site bit by bit and adding both my blog RSS feed and an appropriate category. It took me a bit to find where the right categories were hidden. They are under writing, then you can use the pull down menu to go to poetry and then to what type of poetry like haiku or sestina. I also noticed that once you do an edit, the page won't reload until you add a category. Feel free to read my poetry and how-to articles over on hubpages.

Twila Reid Park on a Friday

Fat men in red shirts playing Frisbee golf
An electric blanket drying over a picnic table
A perfectly good playground with no one in it