Monday, December 31, 2012

Faith and Contentment

This year I have two words: faith and contentment. 2012 brought many trials and tribulations as well as some celebratory moments.  Everything that happens to us shapes who we are. We can let them crush us or make us stronger. I want to have faith that my life will continue in a positive path. I also want to feel content with whatever life gives me. I always try to be positive, but sometimes life throws me a curve that I wasn't expecting. “The greater part of our happiness or misery depends upon our dispositions, and not upon our circumstances.” - Martha Washington.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012


It is difficult to express my feelings after the events of Friday.  We were all touched by what happened. I spent the weekend glued to my television trying to comprehend. On Monday, I walked into my school and wanted to hug every single child. We will never be the same again.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012


Most of the time, writing is cathartic.  However, as any writer knows, writer's block is frustrating.  This poem is about that feeling.

Before me, scarlet canvas,
Darkened with agony,
Dripping from this brow.
Blurred consequences compound.
No remark in place.
Voices mute in distant thoughts,
Echoed from obscurity.
My pounding heart
Lying impotent on this slab,
Drowning tender quill.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012


Butterflies wake up
And flutter through the day,
In and out of lives,
In and out of dreams.
The world’s burdens
Hang on their wings
And fall far away.
Words of a thousand poets
Drift along on the butterfly.
Its wings allow imaginations to soar.
They let us live forever.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Bayou Morning

Where the trees
Drape over the murky waters,
The winds caress the moss.
The cicada chorus grows
Louder, louder, louder,
Then silence and begin again.
Along the bank,
The blue heron stands majestically,
Peering across the rippling water.
The early morning reflects the light
On the teardrop dew,
Opening its eyes to the day.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Don't Give In

Recently, teen suicide has been an unfortunate conversation in my home.  It is scary that it can happen without parents being aware.  Even a teenager's friend doesn't realize the finality of it.  Sometimes kids cry out for help in such dangerous and destructive ways.  Keeping an open dialogue between parents and teens is so important.  This poem is to all of those teens who feel that there is no hope.

Don’t give up.
Your youth has so much to give.
The future knows,
What the present does not.
Shadows that now loom,
Will disappear as you grow
And find your place in this world.
So don’t give up,
Don’t give in
To the darkness that calls you now,
Because ahead is brightness.

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Slow Me Down, Lord

Slow me down, Lord.
Let me inhale the air you’ve supplied.
Put stress and troubles aside.
Slow me down, Lord.
I want to close my eyes,
And let worries say their good-byes.
Slow me down, Lord.
Let the moments stay longer,
To make my life stronger
For days ahead.

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Virtual Life

I notice more and more people sitting in front of computer screens, and they don't connect with people. This is a poem that I wrote about on the subject.

Virtual Life
People glare at a speechless screen,
Ignoring those around,
Tap, tapping away.
Waiting for response from faceless words,
They gaze thoughtlessly
As the world around them revolves.
They do not realize the speed of life.
Interaction with flesh is sparse.
People claim they live,
But they just sit, mindlessly clicking,
Only a virtual life exists, suspended.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012


I think as we get older, we remember things that happened in the past differently.  This is something that I wrote after thinking about that.

Pictures in my mind
Change things in the past.
Moments that happened
Are a fragmented haze.
My body remembers
What never occurred.
Nothing is etched forever.




Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Hero in All of Us

I feel that everyone needs to hear that they are special.  Each person has a talent and uniqueness that needs to be appreciated.

Hero in All of Us 

Each one of us,
Whether we realize it or not,
Have that being inside us
That contains
The bravery
The inspiration
The strength
To do anything
To conquer anything.
But for some,
It is buried so deep
By other’s opinions and voices
That causes fear and doubt.
One moment of encouragement
Is all that it takes
To reveal the hero
That was always there.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012


I recently realized the freedom that comes with giving forgiveness.  This poem was inspired by that realization.


Is a gift
So difficult to give.
But without it,
We allow anger
To eat away at us,
And leave bitterness.
Sets us free.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012


We were lucky enough to be spared any damage from Hurricane Isaac.  Living in south Louisiana, I have been through too many hurricanes.  During the storm, I remembered the worst storm that I experienced, Hurricane Andrew, which hit 20 years ago.  My family and I decided to ride out the storm in a shelter in town. This is a poem inspired by that experience.


The winds blow,
Silently, at first.
Then branches sway
Harder and farther.
The sound of the wind
Whistles and grows louder
With time.
Rain falls sideways
From the wind.
Wind chimes
Are no longer soothing
As the wind becomes stronger.
Refugees in darkness
Listen to the violent wind
As it throws debris
Across the landscape.
Forces so strong,
Walls tremble.
Then a quiet calm
Gives the illusion of the end,
But it is only an interruption
As the storm surges again.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Rise From the Earth

As many in the southeast, I am waiting for Isaac.  I pray that everyone will stay out of harm's way through this storm.  On the other hand, it leaves me with time to think and finish poems that I have started. Thi is one of those poems.

Rise from the Earth 

I rise from the earth
Like the redwood
And feel the breeze on my face.
After so much downfall,
I’m finally feeling the triumph
Of a thousand kings.
The rays of the sun
Shine on my face
And grant me all of the hope
That I’ve waited for a lifetime.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012


I really enjoy listening to music.  Songs give me a plethora of ideas for some of my poems. The lyrics of some songs are poems themselves. Sometimes, the melody of a song helps me create my own poem. This poem is about my love of music.


With the melody, I am reborn.
It is the drug that helps me live.
Each note caresses my ears
And sweeps across my soul
Until I can’t catch my breath.
Colors are brighter with the rhythm.
Moments are sweeter.
Without these notes,
My days are empty and lifeless.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012


One morning, as I was sitting on my back porch, I saw a spider web. It gave me the idea for this poem.


Lines intricately drawn,
This work of art,
Glimmers in the morning light.
Beads of morning dew
Dangles from this delicate design
That stretches across branches.
Created with such effort,
It is truly a wonder of nature.
The look of frailty
Hides the strength
That can snare and hold
The maker’s prey.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012


Sometimes, we feel like we are struggling with every day events. A friend jokingly asked if I needed therapy after reading one of my darker poems. I told her that writing is my therapy. This is what inspired this poem.


Echoes from the string exude
As each moment slips
Into the depths of obscurity.
Blisters conjugate on this space;
The mass catching tears.
Swinging the line,
Balance loses its grasp,
Slowly letting each chance go,
Sinking into the emptiness
Below the tightrope.

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Driving in the Dark

I keep having this dream where I'm driving in the total darkness. I was discussing this with a friend, and she said that it had to mean something. Of course, I Googled it and found out that it meant that I am fearful of the future and what it holds.  The whole experience gave me an idea for the following poem.

Driving in the Dark 

Driving through the darkness,
No headlights to aid me,
I head toward the unknown.
My eyes are wide open,
But only a black sheet
Drapes my view.
I have no clue where I am steering
In this abyss that stands before me.
Uncertainty slams this windshield.
Am I moving toward destiny or disaster,
Fate or failure?
I must keep driving
To discover the answer.

Tuesday, July 24, 2012


After listening to Pachelbel's Canon in D Major I wrote this poem.


Notes drop like spring rain
On a tranquil pond,
Into a trickling stream
That beholds the harmony.
Cellos chant deeply,
Almost silently,
Beneath the chorus of violins.
The bows sweep sweetly
Over the tender strings
Like a feather in the breeze.
Each note answers the other
In passionate vows mingled together.
The crystal clear canon sings,
Romancing the nearest ears.

Saturday, July 21, 2012


I'm experimenting with form, and this is what I came up with.


My words
          Are too heavy
                    To be carried by the wind.
                             They crash to the ground
                                       And scream through
                                                The dead silence.
                                       I cannot articulate
                              These thoughts
                   That suppress me.
          I want my words to linger
And fly like the angels.


Wednesday, July 18, 2012


I thought that this was a little different than my usual style. A pair of sunglasses inspired this poem.


You strut around
Trying to look cool.
Attempting to impress,
You’re only a fool. 

Take off those shades
And show your face.
Your air of confidence
Is seriously misplaced. 

Arrogance is your enemy,
Not your friend.
The way you wear it,
Will hurt you in the end.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012


I don't know how often I'll be able to post when school starts, so I'm posting often now.  I am going to try to inspire myself to write through this busy and insane school year. I'm being optimistic.  Anyway, I wrote this poem a long time ago. It's kind of dark, but a lot of my poem seem to go there.  It's not like my normal outgoing personality.


Fragmented in this sphere.
Suspended in the universe.
Echoes of endless ticking
Suffocated by hands
That control my existence.
Drowning in this whirlpool
Of self-inflicted wounds,
I grasp the preservation
Only to expire
In this river of labor.

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Concrete Angels

I was inspired by photographs taken of angels that reminded me of cemetaries.

Concrete angels watch
As I pray on my knees
In the midday sun.
With my fingertip,
I trace etched names on marble,
Trying to feel loved ones again.
My memory unfolds to happy times
That comfort my heart.
Beyond the silence,
Bells toll in the distance.
Heaven hears me weep,
And its breezes dry my tears.
Even though I see no one,
I am aware that I’m not alone,
Wrapped in love.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

The Writer

The Writer

The parchment
Only captures
Fragments of my thoughts,
But it clings to
All of the blood
That the pen
Wastes away
On barren white.

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Tin Roof Blues

I was inspired by a shower to write this poem.  At first, I write it with no rhyme, and it didn't feel right. So I decided to trying a rhyming verse, and this is the result.

Tin Roof Blues

I get the blues when it rains,
Pitter patter on my rooftop.
The shower mades a song of its own
With the rap of every drop.
The curtain of rain
Falls gently on the street,
As drops dance in sync
On the steaming concrete.
Down from the rooftops,
Water flows and spills.
Excepts for the rain outside,
All is still.