“I Love You”s

img_20200301_151305She is not one to say it often. I’m not sure why that is. Maybe she doesn’t know how, never learned how. Maybe she’s just not good at it.

My mom has been on her own, for the most part since she was thirteen. Her mom died one morning as she was readying her daughters for school.
I’m thinking since then, she has had issues with god / creator for letting such a catastrope befall her and her younger sister.

Some things trickle down, whether it was meant to or not.

I am no good at love. Most times leave me feeling like a lunatic, if not acting like one.

But, I keep an open heart. Even so, “I don’t know why I was surprised every time love started or ended.” I guess in a cock-eyed sorta of way, I believe in love.

Pat R


Over at dVerse Poets Pub the prompt is to write prose (keeping it tight at no more than 144 words) and to include the line below:-
“I don’t know why I was surprised every time love started or ended.”


Beliefs & Strange

a matter of faith –
came to trust subtle nudges,
though mystifying

this thing that guides me, at times
so hands on, captivating

Pat R


For Collen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge where the prompt is synonymns of Beliefs & Strange.
I used Trust & Mystifying


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Secrets of Nature

my grandma
walking room to room
waving smoky wand of herbs –
secrets of nature

Pat R



Carpe Diem Haiku prompt word :Knowledge

I inspired by:

strong medicine for love
nature smiles

(c) Chèvrefeuille


Well, last Sunday was Easter Sunday and I made one of my mom’s moves, I went to church. Yes, I did. The earth did not open up and swallow me, I’ve been waiting! Clearly He is a forgiving God.

Things have changed since I was last in the House of the Lord, there are politicians there now! Plugging stuff, pushing stuff! Well known ones too, I couldn’t believe my eyes and ears. The Senator was talking about gun buy-backs, I was very confused.

I should have been prepared for this. The first indicator was out in front of the church, someone running for re-election, I didn’t even pay full attention to the ‘for what’. But there he was, pressing the flesh. Much like those encamped at the entrance to the subways during election season.

Another thing that has truly changed was the attire worn to church, the micro minis, the stiletto heels. Oh my goodness, where was I? Another really weird thing was I was the only one I saw with a Bible. All the folks around me were reading from the bible downloaded on their cell phones.
Despite the distractions, the Easter Program was very moving. I am thankful I was motivated to attend.