wearing bleakness like a blanket
at the end of a belligerent year
I’d like to yell don’t let the door
smack yer ass on the way out
or better yet good riddance loser
get the hell outta here already
Even the threatened ice storm
has fizzled to a bitter rain
and I’m sitting here over-maudlin
drinking coffee from all my beans
ground in case of power outage
cotton ball my new uniform
reading outright awful old poems
and writing new ones with titles
cribbed from word-a-day emails
Pathetic really
but at least the cat’s still on my lap
and it’s true I will miss our Garden 
of Promethean inspiration
mostly gentle critique
even the occasional melodrama
that gave fodder to salty poetry
This is beyond truth
more like canon the awkward feeling
that a part of me is about
to go missing with warning beforehand
A weird sensation
but apparently months of knowledge 
about end-of-year transitioning
has not inspired adaptation in my case 
and anyway I don’t know what to do
except to stay right here drinking coffee
scribbling doggerel and hyperbole
what did you say again?

Doing my salty best for the last prompt in our Imaginary Garden.
This is for Susie’s prompt featuring poems by Amber Rose Tamblyn
featured in Kerry’s Play It Again today.
Upon reviewing today’s offerings I’m a little sad to note a number
of these terrific prompts to which I haven’t already responded. 
But, I guess that means plenty of inspiration going forward.

**Long Live the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads**


Big Deal, It Looks Bleak

I struggle
to muster hopeful words
about joy in resilience
collective concern
and youth action
but I do believe

can see our gifts 
for the burdens they are 
and will demand more
as they know 
rules of society 
are our own making

So let us 
raise a global cheer
that they refuse 
to follow 
the rules
of previous generations

For Sherry’s last prompt in the Imaginary Garden: WILD WOMAN



Let’s celebrate
this dog named Bear
who bounds to greet us
wagging it’s always 
so good to see you

"Bear" by Toril Fisher

For Margaret’s final Artistic Interpretations prompt in the Garden


Winter Solstice

It’s easy to imagine
the coming darkness
that seems somehow closer
in bone season

Brittle like stones
or reaching branches
dunked in ice
praying for a little light

But imagine 
if we had the power
to breathe in darkness
breathe out light


For Just One Last Word in the Imaginary Garden: IMAGINE
and also inspired by this: 


Look At What I've Done

The truth
that weighs me down
like a stone pashmina
when I want to be
as wild horses
in a sundown distance
or an afternoon
tucked off the grid
is so heavy
and rock-hard
as to imbalance 
the rest of it
even all my stolen time 
with you

Inspired by Bruce Springsteen
My last music prompt in the Imaginary Garden



Breathing While We Still Can

I hold my 
breath and the future
arrives just 
as water rushes in

We knew we could
only hold for so
long as earthly containers

To brim with
other matters
more when considering
roses and thorns

There’s no fixing 
any of this
the world just starting
to bleed out

For POETIC BITS OF KERRY in the Imaginary Garden xoxo



All these missed dances
got me thinking
our love is illusory
a curiosity
scrawled in sand
or invisible ink
developing slowly 
as fog clears to reveal
a lambent almost-flicker
at an event horizon
we can never really reach

For Kerry’s December word list @skyloverpoetry on Instagram


The World Writes Back

Collaboration with my daughter Anne 
for Emily Dickinson's birthday! 

Emily was born December 10, 1830. 
To celebrate, The Emily Dickinson Museum invited 
"The World Writes Back: Postcards to Emily Dickinson." 

Anne drew this gorgeous portrait for our card 
and my poem is on the back.

Happy birthday, Emily!

Portrait of Emily Dickinson by @kanglinnuriko