Forget-me-knot tied firm

Not even Death can break it

Ghost wreathed in evergreen

Twined with frangipani

Oh how my heart is bound

Rich filaments prismatic

No way of escape desired

Keepsake memories warm nights

But dawn light leaves me empty

Love between Earth, Heaven

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Loving the Golfer

His logic blew by me

But sometimes love works best

If you ask few questions

He insisted a new club

Was just the ticket, would

Be the trick, make him

A winning golfer

I never resented

His ‘dates’ on the green

Wasn’t a ‘golf widow’

He joked that his ashes

Should be spread there…

Just a widow now

Thirty years, I still can’t

Give those clubs away

The man fit me to a tee*

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*I’m taking poetic license here—the correct phrase, I’ve learned, is “fit to a T” (I’m no golf expert either🙂)

Gray Suit Limerick

You thought I was kidding?


Trendy dress…it’s doubtful I’ll follow suit

All I own is gray loungewear mute

Too late to be a fashionista

I’m simply not the “girly” sista

Old gal’s comfort is primary pursuit😉

©Zelda Rene, 2021 ~ All rights reserved.

Let’s Rev Muse Motor!

My Pens & Reference Books for Poem-a-Day


Let’s rev Muse motor

April soon takes eager wing

Flare those twitching quills

Buckle seatbelts, Passion drives

(Hoping I come through alive!)

©Zelda Rene, 2021 ~ All rights reserved.

Click the link below for full post.  In brief:  “Welcome to the second ever April PAD Challenge Countdown, in which Robert Lee Brewer shares a prompt and a poem (to get things started) in the 10 days leading up to the 2021 April Poem-A-Day Challenge. Let the poeming begin!

For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Let’s (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles might include: “Let’s Get At It,” “Let’s Have Fun,” and/or “Let’s Poem.” So let’s see what we can come up with for this first day.”

Seeking Love’s Ghost

Image:  Celine Ylmz at Unsplash

I haunted bookstores

Forever searching for him

(Not “stalking” back then)

Throughout years his hair lengthened

Grayed, unkempt or mere disguise


His overcoat from

Central casting, for certain

Vanity succumbed

To fierce need for privacy

And yet I recognized him


Heart etches details

Remembered and imagined

Love blurring Time’s lines

He’d favored e.e. cummings

Did he comb poetry shelves


Had he kept poem-

Filled letters, haiku I wrote

While his paintbrush worked

Covered vibrant canvases

Island’s tropical flowers


Rainy afternoon

I ducked into used-book store

Back to me, he stood

As though pondering far thoughts

Hands clasped, not shuffling volumes


I longed to tug sleeve

Speak words of yearning child, small

“Shall we go, Papa?”

Perhaps he heard tripping pulse

Turned… not my hero’s kind face


No, not him at all

Just stranger’s frown, reminder

Gone-love’s decades dead

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Background Magic (Twiglet)

It’s in the dusk clouds

Hurrying to leave day, or

Take their place, night’s stage

Lavender-gray felt pieces

Soft blown on whispering breeze…


Oft’, in pear-shaped moon

Played like mandolin by Muse

Songs of heart, soul strummed

Background magic worn as cape

Sapphire, silver silk threads sewn

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Lost repeatedly

Lost in recurrent scenes where

Backdrop, atmosphere

Vary imperceptibly

Theme remains the same always


Lost, ne’er to be found

Ever dusty dusk, near night

Quieting of day’s

Movement, sound, streets now emptied

I’m undiscovered, not found


Walking, hope to see

Some familiarity

Walking ‘mid mute dim

Weary walk, ’till awakened

From dreams, Lost…ne’er to be found

©Zelda Rene, 2021 ~ All rights reserved.

King Neptune’s Retirement (#writephoto)

Neptune Image by KL CALEY


King Neptune still cut

A handsome figure in his

Trim-toned verdigris

Years, graced with rich patina…

And he enjoyed retirement


With Spring came fishing

Lazy days, slow water’s gleam

But Salacia

Beloved wife he’d yearned for

Had a different agenda


Women…go figure

She loved bustling marketplace

Craft fairs, pottery

Pleaded, wheedled:  “Come on, Hon…

We might find a new statue”

©Zelda Rene, 2021 ~ All rights reserved.

Changing Vision


Time steals my eyes as

Ageing loudly ticks months, years

(If ears miss, don’t hear)

Clarity of vision dims

Physical sights swim…submerge


Adjustments tire…yet

Unexpected treasures gleam

Heart’s blindness redeemed

Spiritual sight grows clearer

Sterling vista, nearer Home

©Zelda Rene, 2021 ~ All rights reserved.