Category Archives: Poetry

Cliff, Rock Wall via Pixabay

Impenetrable Heart


rock wall around your heart

hope is in the cracks


JustJotItJanuary for Monday Jan 16, 2017. Today is Martin Luther King Day in the US when we celebrate the birthday of Martin Luther King Jr. When we remember him I hope our hearts will open more to each other. The prompt for today is “impenetrable” suggested by Blog Woman!!! The guest host for today’s JustJotItJan is Shan Jeniah. Featured image by geralt on





Great Auks Are Awkwardly Gone

Awkward bird on land

Small wings that deny you flight

Lost from earth forever



This post is for Stream of Consciousness Saturday hosted today by Joey. Today’s prompt is “awkward.”

Featured image from Wikimedia posted by Jim, the Photographer: Great Auk (the “Rivoli Auk”, specimen no. 77), Academy of Natural Sciences of Drexel University 1900 Benjamin Franklin Parkway Philadelphia, PA 19103 March 18, 2013


If Then

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son.

-Rudyard Kipling

When I was briefly researching the word “if” for this post I came across the above poem. I think much of it rings true today. I like what it says about facing loss, believing in yourself, and not giving way to negative emotions. Because there is so much negativity in the world right now. Probably always has been but I am alive and living in this time. The poem says to stick to your values of honesty and benevolence toward others. It is hard to not respond to acts of hatred and violence without wanting to respond with the same. It takes strength and courage to hold to what we feel is right and not get swept up in the hate. If we can do this, then there may be hope for the world.

This post is for Stream of Consciousness Saturday hosted by Linda G Hill. Copy of If via Wikipedia.

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Cat is Sometimes Spelled with a K

I’m all cattywampus

or should I say catawampus?

I’ve been looking and looking for words

that will fit the category

of those containing the word spelled c-a-t

Here is the rule

Proclaimed by Linda our leader

And she is no fool:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “-cat-”  Use the letters at the start, middle, or end of a word and make it the subject of your post – or just use the word “cat.” Enjoy!

To catalogue cat words I felt assured

Would be so easy it was almost absurd

But I came to find to my great chagrin

There are many cat sounding words

But in the cat category they do not fit in

How frustrating this can be

Many are spelled with a “k” instead of a “c”

Like Saskatchewan

and Saskatoon


and Kathmandu

What is a cat word cataloger supposed to do?

This is a catastrophe! I caterwauled

I now understand and know it is true

It is catch as catch can

So I think I’ll sail off

in my catamaran    🙂

images Black Cat

For Stream of Consciousness Saturday hosted by Linda G Hill

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Photographic image by Adolf de Meyer of Dolores 

[Sotheby’s catalogue Feb. 2006] This photograph was reproduced in the May 1, 1919, issue of Vogue with the following caption: ‘Eager-eyed from under her bridal veil, she gazes in the fortune-telling crystal, hoping to see her dreams there in the clear yet mystery-filled glass. Fastening the draping veil of rose point lace are jeweled wings of platinum set solidly with diamonds and only Cartier could have devised the flexible setting.’


Clear sighted

Vision seeker

Crystal ball gazer

What do you see?

So long ago

Did your dreams come true?

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San Francisco: A Drone’s Eye View

Here are some nice shots of San Francisco and its bridges done by danesdrone on You Tube:

Makes me homesick. Beautiful city. This poem reminds me of the fog coming over Twin Peaks into the valleys of San Francisco.

The Fog by Carl Sandburg

The fog comes

on little cat feet.

It sits looking

over harbor and city

on silent haunches

and then moves on.

Writing Nerdy-About a Little Bug




Monster 6I can’t resist this guy or girl, so whimsical. This is a prompt from Nerd in the Brain. Where does he/she come from? What is his/her world like? What happened to cause him/her to have that look on his/her face? What was for dinner last night? Just what is he/she up to, eh?


Ode to the Flu Bug

I am qualmish,

Not so hot,

Under the weather,



Out of sorts,

Out of action,

Something is amiss,

I think I have been invaded by this little bug.

This is how I would feel if I caught something that looked like this guy/girl. I did feel like this a few weeks ago.

The little bug says in reply:

The Flu Bug’s Refrain

I have a crazy life,

Floating around from here to there,

Ejected forcefully from someone’s nose,

I am just trying to find a nice host,

A warm, cozy place,

To live out my short life,

Is that too much to ask?

Give me a break.