Eöwyn and Faramir

Éöwyn… white lady of Rohan,

Once wounded inside and out, you are free!

Witch kings and evil Názgul…

You have conquered.

Now.. one man has conquered your heart…

And who is this…a man of Gondor?

Not one of your own people?

Deserving of you, he is…


A noble, brave warrior,

Ready to fight for the cause of justice…

Always wise and loyal, though one who has passed through night.

Many fell to his left and his right…

In his heart he held on to the truth and the light.

Roses fade away, but the love of these ones are here to stay.

Coming Back

Always searching, I’m coming back to you for real this time…

Could you believe that your heart would be truly mine?

I am so ashamed for my past,

But you say that I am not last.

Your heart warms me with true fire….

You are my one true desire.

How can I repay you for all that you have done for me?

More than ever, I see you now so clearly.

Production Sonnet

The lights go down and the crowd becomes hushed.

“Stand by curtain” says the Stage Manager.

Crew members stand ready to quickly rush.

The atmosphere is focused and measured.

Soon cast members will exit and enter .

A scene is set and lights glow brightly now.

The company acts and creates wonder.

Set pieces and props fly in and out…how?

Quick, fast, cues create unbroken magic.

Little children stare and dream in deep awe…

Imbibing themes…beautiful and tragic.

The pain of production… hidden from all.

Finally bows and standing ovation,

Bring tears, smiles and great elation.


Hello All,
I was looking for some poetic inspiration, and I sure found it!

They took to silence. They touched each other without comment and without progression. A hand on a hand, a clothed arm, resting on an arm. An ankle overlapping an ankle, as they sat on a beach, and not removed. One night they fell asleep, side by side… He slept curled against her back, a dark comma against her pale elegant phrase. -A.S. Byatt


They took to silence. They touched each other,
Without comment and without progression.
Hand on hand…fully clothed…deep lovers.
Trusting, sitting… each holding the other.
Sometimes they fall asleep, by accident…
Thankful to find each other when they wake…
He often takes her face in his strong hands,
Just to see the shine that her dark eyes make.
Even now, they dance in the white sands.
For a time, the world and its cares fade out.
She recalls when he asked her to marry,
Now many days have passed… too many to now count.
He smiles and looks out on the deep ocean.
Slowly, the yellow sun has now risen.

I think i will definitely use quotes to inspire my poetry in the future. 🙂

Courage Speaks

Calling all the men and women,
Our world needs deep and real wisdom.
Under the cast down eyes of dejection,
Reeling people are with rejection.
Are we going to stand up,
Going forward…or give up?
Everyone is gifted with courage.
Do you choose to avoid being discouraged?
Everything comes down to the mind,
Just maybe… can we rewind?
Every circumstance is a choice.
Can we look at the past and find our voice?
Turning painful circumstances to chances,
Innovating and creating beauty from ashes…
Our time is now to sow wonder,
Now that the world gets darker and darker.