When the Door Closes

My secret life as a poet, writer, photographer…



I took for granted
this incredible vantage
until it was seen
only in dreams,
a monochrome
of my once colorful home,
so I zealously steep
this view inside – deep –
guarding against the day,
hopefully far enough away,
when only faded memories float by
like empty clouds in the sky.

Posted for the Weekly Photo Challenge: Afloat and NaPoWriMo
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The light in the dark,
the shelter in the storm,
the main mast – the tiller


Photography 101 has begun!
First assignment: Home




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A Sinfonietta of Five

Is music really
music without tunes?
the plainsong of home
would declare it so:
from Mama’s lilt and Papa’s baritone,
to sibling squabbles and
teehee’s under covers.
A sinfonietta of five
coddled in brick and mortar.


Response to the Daily Prompt: Papa Loves Mambo

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Home – a Haiku

Spam and eggs with rice

every Saturday morning

while watching cartoons.


Response to the Daily Prompt: Home

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