Fall Recall – One of Three Flashbacks

This weekend I celebrated my birthday, and it was filled with amazing experiences with incredible loves… and no writing whatsoever. So, this week, I’m revisiting some early posts, and sharing them again. I hope you enjoy this one!


Night Air (a Quatern)


That’s the night air in the city
tastes like remorse mixed with regret.
When you can’t see stars for neon
glow of traffic, just forget it.

When the moon as pale as smoke is,
that’s the night air in the city.
Caterpillar blows his smoke rings,
questions floating, “Just who are you?”

Sounds like bike tires on the sidewalk,
swishing, swishing, just a whisper.
That’s the night air in the city,
filling your ears with nothing new.

Turn the corner, follow footsteps,
She’s the rabbit in a white dress,
always slipping out of your sight.
That’s the night air in the city.


Prompt #12 of the April 2014 Writer’s Digest Poem-A-Day Challenge

For today’s prompt, write a city poem. The poem can take place in a city, can remember the city (in a general sense), be an ode to a specific city, or well, you should know the drill by now. City poem: Write it!


Quatern Poetic Form Rules
1.This poem has 16 lines broken up into 4 quatrains (or 4-line stanzas).
2.Each line is comprised of eight syllables.
3.The first line is the refrain. In the second stanza, the refrain appears in the second line; in the third stanza, the third line; in the fourth stanza, the fourth (and final) line.
4.There are no rules for rhyming or iambics.



From My Bookshelf (found poetry)


the gentleman poet
bedtime stories
of gravity and angels
the traveler’s gift
an uncommon education
where I’m from



some remarks
sweet fire
her fearful symmetry
the gifts of imperfection
deep purple
a night without armor
illegible address
sure signs
love is hard work



I thought it was just me
in the company of Rilke
pleasure and purpose
words, words, words
the sum of our days



Found Poetry

These poems were created using only the titles of stacked books from my own personal library.

The L Word


When I said I love you–
I meant I love your easy laughter.
It’s the perfect soundtrack for the way
your eyes make my heart shake it’s wings.

When I said I love you–
I meant I love the way you walk,
the curious questions you ask me,
the heat before your fingers find my skin.

I love the you that you offer me–
your stories, your wonder, your fears,
the sound of my name in your mouth,
the echoes of your faltering breath.

I’ve known love long enough to recognize
the tone in her voice, scent of her perfume.
I welcome her summer magic like fireflies!
I know this is new, like a sudden rain, but–

I love the road we’re on, and it’s direction,
the journey of possibility in every step.
I love the chance we’re taking and
how your hand finds mine like a kiss.

When I say I love you–
It’s not a question, not a plea,
not a prediction for the future,
–just a pure celebration of today!

When I say I love you–
and I will again– it’s a key,
to unlock hope, a moment of
childlike joy, an invitation to fly.