desert echoes

            Echoes hark! hear the rumble across the desert; my soul remembers the great movement of stones and great boulders and simmering sand mighty Saguaros loom above tiny desert creatures, gifting water and sun shade a death rattle threatens beware!  … fangs at the ready — find another way my soul remembers from layers deep within the baking sun at … Continue reading desert echoes

a dream of dreams

This is a poem I wrote nearly a year ago, inspired by a charming and fascinating site called Osseous Design: The Blog .      I happened upon the site one day when surfing, and wrote the date 1-24-17, and name of the Blog at the top of my notebook page.   Tracing back, I was able to find the unique  site, with its creative … Continue reading a dream of dreams

Anne Finds Her Career (originally posted February 2016 )

— I first published this poem here on SOMETIMES in February of 2016.    The plan is to re-post some of my favorites among my 400+ posts since the blog began back in 2011.— Anne finds her career … When Anne was a girl, she always wanted to be a dancer.  To wear flowing gowns and satiny slippers and be guided as a sylph, lifting in twirls and … Continue reading Anne Finds Her Career (originally posted February 2016 )

Dreaming imaginary Prague, reposted

Dreaming imaginary Prague  I have never been to Prague, except in daydreams… but my impressionable mind is easily led into the magical world of zithers and Gypsies, of violins singing and wailing in ageless melodies… music of joy and abandon…or sadness and melancholy. Put on your hat, my girl, and come along with me… We will trip the light fantastic (or is it a Fandango?) … Continue reading Dreaming imaginary Prague, reposted

clouds and memories, a poem

Draw me gently to your chest my heart will linger there; across the ages, along time’s trails, the memories ever return. Wait for me!—oh, wait for me! the plaintive echo pleads. When least expected, awakening to memories in words of a poem. Oh tell me—where do they dwell? Among the dreams and reveries apart from the wrack of reality forever a blend of torture and joy. ©Sometimes, … Continue reading clouds and memories, a poem

Promise in a Poem (Cee’s Odd Ball Challenge entry)

  I am unique among my peers having arisen from the Winter more or less intact… if a bit bedraggled. One might say the word—disarray? to describe broken remnants and staring, bleary rimless eyes askew and discolored arrangement of my limbs and leaves, disheveled scraps of nascent green tones, silky serrated edges of hemline. Better days have been….and will be again and my modest Winter … Continue reading Promise in a Poem (Cee’s Odd Ball Challenge entry)

ever wonder if all is really “but a deam?”

Day 9, 2017. Dreams are still one of the great mysteries of life—probably will always be.     Thoughts are paths leading through the dim reaches of our sleeping brains, bringing joy and fright, often even in the same dream.     OK, I admit to having an affinity to Kermit the Frog, with his songs about rainbows and his “lovers, and dreamers…and me…” Enough of that kind of nonsense, … Continue reading ever wonder if all is really “but a deam?”


(first published January 2017 Smitten Please make your point, Madam spare me the hints and hyperbole your subtle suggestions are quite a lot for one who prefers words spoken verbally in addition to clear and simple…at all cost. Please make your point, Madam be so kind as to avoid this torture What do you want from me?    I beg you to say! Just as I think … Continue reading Smitten

never say never

One of my favorite places where  I’ve never been on the deck of a sailing ship, out on the ocean. The boards are thick and smell of pine, as a ballroom floor with satiny  shine… o’er looking green hills that slope to the sea. Where sweet maidens whirl in fine silk dresses in powdered faces and warm shining  eyes, dancing in time with the orchestra’s strains. Back on my ship … Continue reading never say never

dreams of day

Days go by in dreams… more complicated, it seems, day-dreams pass away… are replaced by dreams of day. Not intended to be obtuse, or in any way clever, or to abuse, by flippant tries to make a verse, or to neglect decorum in place of subterfuge. Dream places are often familiar, if not in actual points of reference, at least recurrent and commonplace locales to retreat … Continue reading dreams of day

A Re-blog of “EU Mission to Mars; no thanks” by Calers. With commentary from a space-nut.

Originally posted on Calers's Blog:
The EU has many urgent needs. A mission to Mars is not one of them. Greece may need another bailout. The EU is trying to form an army. There is massive illegal immigration. Many EU states have terrifyingly large deficits. The PIGS (Portugal, Italy, Greece and Spain) still suffer from massive unemployment. Among the young this is beyond massive.… Continue reading A Re-blog of “EU Mission to Mars; no thanks” by Calers. With commentary from a space-nut.