Our Love Is Like..

Snaking a toilet

Unclogging the “snot” makes everything flush much faster

Cheap plastic poncho

Soggy pages will eventually dry into memories never forgotten

Psychotic black and white cat

Turning to “cardboard” won’t keep the medicine away

Poem is dedicated to my husband and inspired by a prompt over at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.




Jane Eyre: A Found Poem

Human treasure
Born delights
Independent will

I cannot price

Withheld Self-respect

Sold for
Extraneous delights


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Excerpts from “Jane Eyre” by Charlotte Brönte:

“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.”
“I can live alone, if self-respect, and circumstances require me so to do. I need not sell my soul to buy bliss. I have an inward treasure born with me, which can keep me alive if all extraneous delights should be withheld, or offered only at a price I cannot afford to give.”

Morning after a Holiday

This morning, my Muse woke me with a brush of her lips
I resisted but my mind insisted
Creativity must flow from MY fingers

On the way to my laptop
I bumped into a glass of water
That conspired to become a river

My eyeglasses and hair tie lay
Intertwined with cozy blankets
Fingers became eyes

Rachmaninoff set my mood
Until Internet fell back asleep
Sound of snoring instead of an etude


Welcome to Day Six for NaPoWriMo! Today’s poem is inspired by a particular type of morning poem called an aubade. Traditionally they are written in dialogue form between lovers as they part in early dawn. My poem shows my “love” for Monday instead.