Ken Gierke


clear moon on cold night
traveler without shelter
shadows walk on snow


clouds part as rain slows
garden seen under new light
stepping carefully


empty tree branches
silhouetted in the mist
moon wakes as fog clears


high above river
eagle soaring on updraft
cedar clings to cliff 


stars bow to rainfall
leaves drink in welcome relief
hope alive in dreams


the path of water
journey of many unknowns
each drop returning


Ken Gierke started writing poetry in his forties but found new focus when he retired.  This gave him new perspectives, which come out in his poetry, primarily in free verse and haiku.  He has been published at The Ekphrastic Review, Vita Brevis, Tuck Magazine,  and Eunoia Review. His website: RIVRVLOGR


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Eugenia Hoffman

quilted clouds steel gray
so dreary makes me weary
menace in the skies 


the skies predict moods
blissful thoughts within my grasp
I applaud nature 


bare trees sway wildly
fragile limbs weak and timid
timber plentiful 


noise assaults the air
crows convoked a committee
gossips voice concerns


Eugi’s Causerie – I enjoyed a dedicated career in the insurance industry for over 20 years being rewarded both professionally and personally. Now it’s time for me to follow my dreams by doing things I enjoy…spending time with family, traveling, writing poetry and encouraging others to pursue their goals. 



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Goff James

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Love’s Carousel

’Pon Love’s carousel
Life’s tragic symphonies played
Many broken hearts

As Wild Horses Run

As wild horses run
The blithe spirit in his soul
Sets him ever free


Searching for release
Unhinged in dreams’ dark madness
Finding no escape


Mem’ries bloodstained weep
Love’s lingering presence felt
Heartache’s scars unhealed


Goff James is a grumpy eccentric who, in the darkness of night, plays with words and tries to write poetry. His work displays an interest in that which can be seen and unseen, that which is heard and unheard and all those things that go unnoticed in between.

Reblog – Whispers by Bill Bisgood

Bill Bisgood always does a good job of bringing you fully into the scenery. Enjoy! Sidenote — I live with a musician (a/k/a wannabe rock star). This reminded me of a certain morning where I WISH his music would have whispered rather than landed him a citation for Disturbance of the Peace! LOL

The Write Idea

On having a musical neighbour

Early morning mist
from behind a blackthorn hedge
a guitar whispers

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Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see? #14 – 1/27/2020

& Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Glimmer


a glimmer of red
found the path back to our home
we were so lucky



I have to also share that the image Sadje gave us for the prompt brought back some wonderful childhood memories. It reminded me of some of the German chocolates and marzipan I used to enjoy as a child.hh

Solitary World


dreams of isolation
a cerebral pull
to a secluded island
a craving for solitude

choosing peace
and nature
escaping to freedom
and bliss

white smooth perfection
envelopes my feet
as i walk
to the horizon

pristine water
saturates my pores
cleans my soul
i’m weightless, so calm

carried away
on the whim of the ocean
the loud silence of the waves
pushing me further to tranquility

I own the perfect island.