TW: Miscarriage/pregnancy loss Pause for a poem with me today, a poem I never imagined I would need to write. The poem below has been a work developed over the last few months since what I can now consider the worst day of my life, March 31st, 2025. The time in question occurred in the …
Tag: Poetry
Come What May (Never)
A treasured colleague recently told me, "I usually like it when I got a crisis moment...it energizes me." I won't disagree; crisis or rifts can mean upcoming change, though not always positive and productive. But even after the storm, we do eventually experience a calm, a reprieve. But it's been raining in my writing life …
Lovers of the Iris
I'll meet you in the irises My dear, my dear Where no one will see How much you mean to me Hide in the flowers, My dear, my dear And we'll spend the hours Searching for our towers With no one but you and me. We'll count the stars My dear, my dear And race …
Summer Fever
I don't believe it is any surprise as to the inspiration of today's poem. I don't know where you live but it is the dog days of summer here in Oklahoma, triple digits every day. Today is a high of 111F, not the "feels like" mind you, but actual Fahrenheit temperature.
Poetry Post: Glass Promise
Hello, everyone! I hope you're having a great week so far. School is starting everywhere of all grades. I'll be starting my final year of graduate school and (hopefully) will secure my Masters at the end of this year. At any rate, I hope everyone is having a great start. Teachers, my heart goes out …
Poetry Post: Redbud
Love it or loathe it, I present my latest Poetry Post for a short but sweet nature piece, Redbud.
Poem Post: “Waiting…”
For your patience, please explore, read, and enjoy or loathe my newest poem, "Waiting..."
Waking
A good day, afternoon, morning, or night, whenever you are reading this. This is another poem post of a current word I created within the last couple of months. I hope you enjoy it! Waking My heart wakes me, a frightened hummingbird caged within my ribs. Only a dream. It was only a dream. I …
Sea Glass Eyes
The following is a poem I wrote in dedication to my husband, who grew up on the East coast with a love forever rooted in his heart for the ocean. The happiness in his eyes when he talks about his memories of surfing, spearfishing, and sharing all of it with his dad (who is no …
The World of Abigail Rose 