What Florid Fingers

What florid fingers
Tentatively probing
Come slyly slinking
Spreading wide
Dimming the glories
That crown ebon infinity
Majestic vault bestrewn
Myriad stars a twinkle
That tardy tenebrous tumescence
Burnished brilliance breaking
Hovering on the horizon
Whereof devious digits
Piercing achromatic night
Tentatively probing
Laboring towards the vertex
Spreading in a panorama
Varnishing the firmament
Lo, that gleaming grandeur
Swelling towards repletion
Abolishing the dark horizon
Heralding the arrival of morn
Tis the timorous dawn.

I wrote this poem after seeing this sunrise (which I’ve tried to recreate)  one morning when I was staying with my mother.



Heartfelt Love


Bathed in the explicit emotion
Burning within your dark brown eyes
I sigh resignedly
With heartfelt love
Moreover, and gather your leash
Time for our walk
“Heel Rex.”


Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge February 19, 2019: Write a piece using the phrase explicit emotion.

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: February 19, 2019



The wide horizon beckons
Time for me to check-in
The cost of exploration is hard to reckon
Space teaches hard lessons.
I am proud to be an astronaut
Though the life’s sometimes fraught.
Moving in Zero-G is a familiar feat
I slip easily into the pilot’s seat
My take off is sweat
I state without any conceit.
The spaceship’s engines roar
Stars and planets galore
The universe is mine to explore
Outward and onward evermore.


Exactly 74 words

Weekend Writing Prompt # 93: “Horizon” This weekend your challenge is to write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 74 words.




First spring gust surges
Wind’s wake betrays thaw’s approach
Honking Vee’s flying
Harbingers of equinox
Efflorescent explosion.


I choose to write a Tanka.

#Haikai Challenge #72 (2/9/19): first spring gust (haru ichiban) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga
This week, write the haikai poem of your choice (haiku, senryu, haibun, tanka, haiga, renga, etc.) in which you state or allude to the first spring gust (haru ichiban)

#Haikai Challenge #72 (2/9/19): first spring gust (haru ichiban) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

“Green Hills”


Today I’d like to share a beautiful piece of poetry by one of my favorite Science Fiction writers:

   “The arching sky is calling

 Spacemen back to their trade,

All hands! Stand by! Free Falling!

And the lights below us fade.


   Out ride the sons of Terra,

 Far drives the thunderous jet,

Up leaps the race of Earthmen,

 Out, far, and onward yet–


   We’ve tried each spinning mote

 And reckoned it’s true worth;

Take us back again to the homes of men

 On the cool, green hills of Earth.


   We pray for one last landing

 On the globe that gave us birth;

Let us rest our eyes on fleecy skies

and the cool, green hills of Earth!”

“The Green Hills of Earth”

Robert A. Heinlein








Streaking sky grey
Fleecy clouds inspire
Wondrous visions
Misty blue hills rising
Decorating the horizon
Vistas expanding
Worlds mysterious
Dreaming of impossibilities
Potentialities expanding
Becoming reality
Frees the spirit
Profits your soul.

Exactly 36 Words
Weekend Writing Prompt #92: “Wool-gathering”