poetry, Poetry Forms

Tasting the Soul

tasting the soul

Sourche: Mari Malcolm


tasting with my mind
chocolate from nature’s pot
offering pleasure


graced upon my tongue
feeling pleasures to my toes
these kisses of soul


juices roll the tongue
tasting sweet nature’s nectar
a soul recording

Thank you to Susi Bocks for her interpretation challenges on “IWH Haiku/Senryu Challenge”perhaps you would like to join!


For the Bahamas – A Tanka

photo of woman walking on seashore
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For the Bahamas

for the Bahamas

tides have come and gone and yet

so much to be done

placing feet in their wet shoes

spirits trudge forward in hope

keeping it mindful

taking stock of what’s to do

bringing up courage

there’s really no other way

but to fight for making home

starting all over

is hard enough to battle

keep in mind the loss

hold their spirits in the heart

what can old souls do in life

but be a part of all

taking account of life’s toll

one moment to next

one small step to create change

keeping the faith going strong

art, poetry

Yoga Dreams

Literally Posed

Tree Pose literal
standing poised from her great strength
she left the class stunned

One With Tree

capturing the stance
pin leaves balanced for shadows
nothing would dare fall

Core Goals

core issues resolved
now she had to find a way
to find her balance

IWH Haiku/Senryu Challenge

Disclaimer: this is not the true tree pose of yoga 😉

This is moreso the Tree Pose:



Catch and Release

black and white dead die diving
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Catch and Release

Caught up in the throes of life
it’s easy to get swept away
releasing the ways of the world
to stay on point for the journey at hand

Lost in the caughtness of snares
lasting in the lowness of traps
one must find a way
to release the catch and run free

Often, or so it seems
we tend to allow our bounds
taking away our fears
may take us to higher ground

Drowning in sorrowful angst
lasting to only find death
turning the screws fast at hand
allowing release on demand

Cinching that taut in the seams
feeling the tightness of holds
allowing the break of the threads
beauty is bound to release

Taking the hold of the days
fearing not in the darkness of night
packing the guns that don’t blaze
checking your pain at the door

Allowing each moment’s release
nothing to be caught in the catch
striving to know and to learn
ever freed by your own breath

Catch me and I will be caught
taunt me and I will be shamed
release me and I will be free
to come back or leave you again

So, there you have it! My 16th poem of the National Poetry Month Poem a Day Challenge. Inspired by the prompts from Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides I decided to combine the two for Tuesday option into one. Here’s what the prompt said: “Write a catch poem. Catch a cold, a ball, a fish, or someone’s eye.
Write a release poem. Release your anger, a ball, a fish, or someone’s head (from a head lock while wrestling, of course).”