The sky…sun
Upon her face,
a soft, tender breeze.
Closes tired eyes. Sighs.
Too many loud voices sound,
her precious dream interrupted…img_2302
Peering at all the strange animals
through glass so thick to separate them
At each she gazes intently
Primped and preened are all of them.
Quickly they pass her by.
Wistfully she stares…
They can all leave
while always,
she must



We took our daughter to the wildlife sanctuary a few weekends ago and we saw a brown bear perched high on a ledge looking out of its enclosure at the world outside. For some reason, it made me very uncomfortable and I felt somewhat responsible for its captivity. 😕

This piece is what came of that feeling. It’s written in a reverse nonet style where every line has an increasing (or decreasing) number of syllables, not words, from 1 to 9 and back to 1 again.



roses-66527_1280Everyday for her roses he took
Just to see the way she would look
When the fragrance reached her nose,
He loved moments like those!

Pride got in the way
They split that day,
Years it took
Back to

He carries
Wishing he could
Undo past follies
But he’d returned too late
So miserable his fate
For though for her love he still craves,
Those roses lie on her cold stone grave.

UBC29: The Other Woman

Different he seemed to have becomebroken-72161_640
Since that business trip he went on,
With another he spent hours
Forgetting he was hers.
Fight for them she would!
From her window
She threw it,
“Die, Phone…



UBC4: Suitcase

Courtsey D_Gabi

Courtesy D_Gabi

Finally, she pulled her suitcase shut.
Tired, she collapsed on the bed.
Suddenly, her eyes filled up.
Quickly they turned blood-red
for she stopped her tears;
unsure if they
were happy
or were
to return
to him quite bad
and supposed that made
those glad tears in her eyes.
But, leaving her family
Damn! How she hated those goodbyes…
Torn, she took that last suitcase outside.