Hush No More

My attempt at a sonnet for short story/poetry slam week 6…

Long ago in the quiet land of Hush,
where not a loud word was ever spoken,
there lived a white dog with hair soft and plush,
not allowed to bark, he was heart broken.
Till he met an elephant with trunk packed.
The dog whispered, “Where sir are you headed?”
“To the land of Yell, where noise is not lacked.
For this land of Hush I’ve always dreaded.”
The dog yipped in glee, oops too loud perhaps,
then lowered his voice, “May I go with you?”
“Of course little dog, but there are no maps,
so this journey is much better with two.”
Then off they went, and slowly as night fell,
they left Hush for the noisy land of Yell.

Written for Children’s Literature prompt Short Story Slam Week 6-Children’s Literature

Fib Poem

A fib poem based on the fibonacci sequence (1,1,2,3,5,8).  Six lines, 20 syllables.  Not personally familiar with this, but stumbled across it browsing other writers.  So thought I’d give it a try at least once.

called a Fib
with math as the base
and let’s see what you can construct.

Ok, that’s my first one.  Not sure if I’ll write more, but feel free to leave yours in the comment section.

Innocent Love

Tender eyes upon a tender life.
How precious the innocent,
when love is the motivator,
without thought of self.
If only we were to imitate,
however fleeting it should be,
a moment of love in innocence,
oh, how our world would change.

Written for bluebell books. Children’s literature, short story/poetry slam.

My Wasteland

I feel my lack of skills in proper grammar is quite apparent, but sometimes I just need to write and clear the fog in my head   Besides I am at work, and any corrections can be done later.


 I am in my own nightmare
a desolate wasteland of my own making
hope is waning
and my mind betrays
as my thoughts are misled
confusion reigns
once my path was clear
now it is hidden
sorrow of neglected years
time laughs
there is no going back
forward into blackness
I stumble
the past haunts
and I seek escape
but my mind is weary
by body drained
rest for a moment
I may not get back up
so easy to quit
but I will not
for light shall breach the dark
I will see again
and forge a new path
into a future unknown
dry my tears
and stand tall
if but for a moment
hope glimmers
yet it is enough
to press forward
but what of tomorrow
when all seems lost once again
I cannot think of the next day
for it is all I can do today
to stand tall
in this desolate wasteland
a nightmare of my own making.

Moving slowly ahead

I seem to be getting a little more involved in my writing as of late.  I enjoy poetry and writing haikus, and I’m working on another sonnet.  Currently I’m also working on a short story.  The intro to the story was presented in my other post, butterfly kisses.  Now I need to be able to focus and complete the story.  My writing style is still rough, but I’m sure if I keep at it, there should be some noticeable improvements.  I’ll continue to write poetry, and do plan to expand into other poetic styles.  There are so many ideas in my head which I want to give life to by putting them in words.  I shall spend a considerable amount of time today working on my short story, and hopefully there will not be too painful of a transition as I extract the vivid images from mind and transfer them to the real world.


I awoke this morning pleased it was Friday. Having had a tough week I felt glad it was finally at an end, for my plans and goals had not been accomplished. I was disappointed. But then as I reflected on all which had transpired, my disappointment turned into thankfulness. Had I not awoke to reflect on the week? There are some who will not have the opportunity of reflection, for yesterday was their last. Was I not preparing to ready myself for a job, which some are still searching for? Was not there shelter above my head, while others remain on the streets? I struggle to think of what I will have for breakfast, while some wonder when they will have their next meal. As these thoughts fell upon me, I realized I need to be more thankful. I am truly blessed, yet I often take it for granted. I have eyes to see the majesty of the Lord’s creation, and ears to hear the birds as they sing in the morning. I have my health, a job, and a loving family around me. I have vehicles which provide me transportation. I do not lack food or clothing. I live in a country which allows me freedom to express my opinions openly. My list goes on, and I now look forward to this day. Thank you Lord, and forgive me for not really appreciating all I have. So now I ask, any who may read this…..what are you thankful for? .


The opening of the door of madness was unintentional, but the damage was done.  The putrification of his mind had begun and the struggle to regain clarity and the sense for which had once driven him would either make him stronger or destroy his soul in the process.  He had slowly ascended within the reaches of his inner being towards the purpose for which he was made.  The fog seemed to be clearing and within his sight over the next hilltop was what he had searched for over the past few years.  A sense of purpose, his calling, the merging of his talents gifts and desires with the concrete reality of the physical world.  He’d no longer live in the abstract recesses of his mind searching for light in the darkness.  It was finally within his grasp.  That’s when the storm clouds appeared on the horizon.  The thunder roared and the first few strikes of lightning illuminated the creeping darkness.  It all started with a phone call…..”Look, Tony, I can’t handle mom anymore.  I can’t care for her by myself.  I need help.”