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Beats Stumbling Around in Silence

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Emperors of the Ice

At small human size emperors stand very tall
The largest, most regal, penguin of all

All dressed in their tux for a formal affair
On fish they will dine -that are caught unaware

From a smoke screen of bubbles they work as a team
To disorient both predators and prey it would seem

With bellies of fish to feed hungry young
They must return home without getting sprung

First to accelerate with a flick and a flutter
Torpedo-like form using tails like a rudder

Then with lightning speed they pop with such zeal
In an effort to not be a leopard seal’s meal

They leap through the air with the greatest of ease
Even though they have no perceivable knees

Now this leaping is more than just penguins at play
But a tactic to keep a leopard seal ambush at bay

Once safe on the ice they feed their young chick
To regurgitate fish is a pretty neat trick

And once their sole chick stops screaming for more
Comes the time to clean up any messy fish gore 

So they cradle their chick between flipper feet
To preen oily feathers that must be kept neat

Settling down for a nap, the small family of three
Has adapted to the Antarctics -30 Degrees 

Inspired by Paul Nicklen’s Life and Stress at the Ice Edge. Initially read in Maptia and also published in DAN magazine.

Background found on Pixabay by Siggy Nowak, superimposed stuffed animals by me.

Thank you  for your inspiration. If you can’t go to the Antarctic, bring the Antarctic to you.




I am not a fan
Of this growing old
The chaos in my cells
Little girl inside
Old woman outside
The aches and pains
Of an uncooperative body
While my mind still runs through meadows
Memories of 60 years like yesterday
To a time where aging was as futuristic as star travel
“I can’t wait to grow up…”
I am running out of time
“When I am an adult I will…”
There is so much left I want to do
When will I be an adult?
Whispers, “When I am ashes

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #275: Chaos



As saturnine night descends
I, wrapped in starlight
Shatter into rhombus patterns
Shadow fragile, carbon scattered

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge ##272: Starlight, # 270: Geometry and # 269: Perpendicular



Your loneliness was palpable 
Bitter regret on my tongue
From all the lessons learned but forgotten
All the forever’s that never happened
I know I was not the salve you wanted
A poor substitute for the lost soul of your dreams
Instead of releasing you, I made it about me
And it was never about me
Yet to forgive myself has been the hardest lesson of all
The beauty in forgiveness is my hope for the future
So I am sorry

I release you

I release myself


In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #259: Hope



The Mystery of Symme”tree”

The meandering pattern
of rivers and veins
branches and horizons repeating
the grace of symmetry
found in nature
where function
overrules perfection
Fractured fractals
in balanced harmony
sing the universal code of
mathematical probability
bringing imperfect beauty
to life

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #251: Mathematics



Inside looking out
Many phases of the moon
Her last loving hug

Locked in with her memories
Grandma sheds a single tear

Time is most priceless possession to the elderly. So to treat them as if their time is “less than” or to prolong taking precious time away from loved ones is intolerably cruel. Instead of the elderly ”taking one for the team” let’s work together so that families can reunite and be whole again.

Wear a mask, socially distance, wash your hands. Let’s beat this thing before it is too late for your loved ones.