I went on a walk today. The forecasted thunderstorm held off for me so I could wind my way around the nearby neighborhood and breathe deep the moist, spring air. The scent of the world smelled so satisfactory today that I sigh in contentment just thinking about it…. Ok, I had to get up to … More 4-27-21 Daffodils and Dandelions
I am from Tamagachi and Neopets,American Girl Dolls, Beanie Babies, and Fruit Roll Ups.From popsicles and pools and playgrounds. I am from many childhood homes,full of many themed bedroomsand many colorful flower beds. I am from oak trees,whose bark I hugged every morning before doing anything else,and from dandelions,who never once granted me a wish,and … More Where I’m From – a Poem
New year, new decade. What adventures await me? Well, let’s go find out! Happy 2020 to all! I’m so looking forward to this year and all the joyful moments I will experience in it. New Year’s Eve I had a few friends over and we rung in the new year at midnight. We played two … More 2020
Of bated breath and crossed fingers, Of whisperings and shouts, Of languages and swearing. Numbers dictate fate And gods’ whims are answered by obedient, or not so obedient, followers. Dwarves carve cities from mountains and elves hide themselves in woods filled with age and mystery. Thieves steal from dragons, gnomes dream of gems, and magic … More Dungeons and Dragons – a poem
I wrote this poem a while back, decided it was time to share. Life flows out of me. It runs down my arms and drips off my fingers. It falls to the ground and seeps into the soil. Deep into the earth it goes. Life flows in me. It soaks my bones. It rushes through … More The flowing of life: a poem
I have written two haikus based upon my evening. See if you can guess what happened? (I’m pretty sure you’ll be able to) Laundry day today, Two socks go into the wash Only one comes out. Where have you gone, sock? My right foot really needs you. Please come back to me.
A bit of back story: earlier in the week, one of my coworkers informed us that her pet rat had died. She seemed a little sad so I wrote a poem about her rat. I read it aloud and the girls seemed to like it. Fast forward to Friday, one of my other coworker’s stapler … More Day 111. A poem for a stapler
Just Lauren 