A passing-

without warning

this unexpected loss –

an early december

This was read at the eulogy today. I am not sure if this belonged to the person who read it or if it was borrowed. In any case, it was fitting:-

“laugh when you can

cry when you must

apologize when you should and change the sphere of life if you will

dream big

take risks

study life’s plays feverishly

make the play

score the goal

volunteer your time

mend broken hearts

fall down but get up and learn from your mistakes

live life on purpose for a purpose and with purpose each and every day”

2/07/1958 – 10/31/2022




on nearing daybreak

night eases to a halt

day moon takes its place

readying for dusk

the sleepy eyes of dawn

which comes with its own demands



For Eugi’s prompt where the word is “dusk”

Sorry for being so late Eugi🙂

To participate or just read go here

Country Lane

Walks along this country lane leads to the reservoir

Meandering left, then right
pass fields of purple ground cover –
Spring’s having her way

Around the last curve a vast expanse, water kiss blue skies

A breathtaking spike in nature’s beauty –
I pause for reflection

Pat R


For dVerse Poets Pub where the prompt is “Spike” for a Quadrille a 44 word poem a creation of the dVerse Poets Group.


Summer – A Quadrille


Longing for sips of summer –

Ocean breeze infused with sunshine

Lazy days watching the sun set

Short life of foot prints in wet sand

Watching seaguls and sparrows
out run the edges of waves

Yes, I am longing for the first sip of summer.

Pat R


For dVerse Poets Pub where the prompt word is ” Sip”. Stop by and do some reading, or join in.

Quadrille #74



Poetry prompts for the creative mind.
Photo courtesy of PublicDomainPictures

Up, deep into the night
Cigarette smoke swirl and curl
She sits without moving
Studying the movement
Of the smoke in the dimly lit room
Scripting the events of the night
Maybe dawn will shed some light

Pat R


For OctPoWriMo


Ghost Stories


(From public domain)

 The prompt at OctPoWriMo ask that we let a photo inspire a story poem. The photo took me back to childhood at night time under the light of the summer moon …and ghost stories by my dad!


from dusk through
the light of the full moon
we huddle for ghost stories
clinging and squealing
through the scary parts
eyes searching the dark
for shimmering figures
papa at the helm spinning yarns
pulled from thin air
the sweet smells of
sweet potato pudding
baking in outdoor oven
crackle of the wood fire on the bottom
mini blaze of coconut shells
yielding low hiss of blue flames on top
provides intermission from goolish yarns




The Heart


The Heart

You know this is a mistake

You know this man is no good for you

You are again on the verge of losing yourself

Why does the heart not follow where the mind leads?

This question put to me by a friend today

Greater minds than yours or mine have pondered this question my friend

The heart and the mind are just Asynchronous

There is nothing to be done

Old loves should give birth to wiser hearts

Being of sound mind you can decipher the sense from the nonsense.

But there is always the heart

It wants what it wants

We are just along for the ride