Legacy
Legacy All we want is for you to be happy, so go to school get a job earn a living be the best at everything. Always look good, never cry, be successful, earn lots of money. Be bright, be witty, make us proud, …
Binary Man
It has simplified my life and calmed my mind to live with a binary man. So much more peaceful. Binary Man Binary man sees naught but ones and zeros which really ought to be enough, he thinks. No if/then charts for this man of either or, in or out. Bring in and take…
Pinky Girl
Pinky Girl It’s a tepid color really. Surely not an emotional banner to wave about one’s head; capable of warding off chills and evil people. How can pink be a true reflection of the Girl? For her, pink seems to be too pale a color; incapable of reflecting the ruby within her soul, the…
Rescue me
See link below for the Fontella Bass, 1965 original song that so often runs through my head. Rescue me Quiet loneliness sits ’round the corner . . . ever lurking in the Dark. Oh, Silence, sometimes healing, sometimes scary. Are you friend or foe tonight? Shattered. Broken. Silence burst by jagged noise.…
A Reading, Rewarded
From a poem originally penned at the Florida Writers Association’s 2011 Awards Dinner as I watched a new author read from her first book. A Reading, Rewarded Words whipped left and right spoken aloud to still the fright they might waft away before the book could be deemed profound. It had been such a…
No Poetry This Tuesday ;<)
I’ve been working on another website design for someone and simply got all off schedule. Finished Sunday’s RTW post on Sunday and realized just now it is Tuesday and I’ve not selected a poem yet. This is my life. Sometimes I’m ahead of the game and sometimes I’m not.
Finding Light
Finding Light Recurring thoughts and dreams revolve around a common theme about a light within a throbbing goodness ready to burst forth. Optimism wins each battle despite a cynic’s cooling heart as white knights on silver steeds wage war within. Reflections of a childhood filled with Brothers…
For Claude
For Claude Allusive words where are you when the poem begins to fade and begs for something special to complete its mood. I call upon the Rhyme-Gods in hopes they will convey a way of resurrecting an ending for Monet. — Marilyn Paluszak Oscar-Claude Monet (1840-1926) was one of the founders of the Impressionist…
COGNITIVE DISTORTION is a terror of the mind…
Reprinted from a poem written for a friend in residence at the Brattleboro Retreat in Vermont. This poem repeated itself in my mind for the entire two-hour ride home where, to my relief, I found paper and pen. Cognitive distortion is used to describe a pattern of thinking that shifts events into a negative framework;…