Category Archives: Poetry as such




I climb the murky background of my past,
navigating between the shadows
that would strangle the life
from my determined vine.

I will not go there,
I will not enter the domain of shadows,
where live the lies and broken promises,
that break the heart and spirit.

Give me life, not shadows;
authenticity, not a mirror image;
truth, not manipulation;
and my vine will conquer the wall,
drawn upward by truth,
undistracted by shadows,
loved by God,




Cursed INFJ, you think in metaphors,
even your crumbling cottage is one
for the love you could not hold.

Those boulders in the basement –
love, trust and respect –
foundations for marriage.
Above it four walls of rock rise,
large rocks, small rocks, mortar.
The first floor of a cottage,
to reach heaven.

No cottage
reaches heaven without
the struggle of lifting boulders,
Attempt to lift a boulder alone,
and it crushes you;
lift it together, it strengthens you
even rewards you,
with strong walls,
real love.

Between the boulders we stuff
the stuff life is made of,
–  stones of laughter,
gentle touches, gazes, kisses –
held together with love’s mortar,
cured with kind words,
becomes a binder
to the ivy
of lies.

Now the mortar crumbles,
the stones fall out, forgotten,
as if the oak leaves,
from four summers ago,
never grew, never hung,
only fell,
like tears
on my

Broken Glass

Amid the smoldering timbers
of a house burned
to the ground,
ignited by broken promises,
misunderstandings, unforgiveness,
the glass heart lay shattered
on the slate tile.

Sharp edges protrude,
irregular shapes, which once fit
so perfectly into the soulmate,
now a lost piece to a puzzle,
one piece in search
of a vast puzzle
that once came together
so beautifully at
Our Lady of the Pines.

The puzzle fell apart,
piece by piece,
broken dream by broken heart.
Only one piece left,
on the tile floor,
jagged misfit
of a puzzle piece,
too shattered to dare
believe in love

Nothing fits
after a divorce.