My Moon, My Muse

My Moon, My Muse

My Moon, My Muse

:: My Moon, My Muse ::

From my poetry spot
I watch the moon
Her silver light casting shadows in the forest around me
She is a muse
She is a spell weaver
She changes her colors to fit her mood
From my poetry spot
I watch the moon
The stars are her children and they twinkle their wishes in the sky
She is always there
Watching my little world
Enchanting my dreams
And filling my mind with poetry


Photo courtesy of Bonnie’s Dreamscape Photography

Sometimes these things happen

::Green Glass::

It was an accident

You broke your green glass

Anger and yelling at the air

Hit the closet door

I roll my eyes

You say you want to slit your throat

So dramatic my love

I roll my eyes again

I clean up the dirty water

You pace the kitchen

Green glass in black plastic

I am irked

So I sit on the deck and smoke a cigarette


We laugh at your silliness

over broken green glass.

BJH  o7-17-2011

~For my Clyde ( sometimes a fool) …  to paraphrase a song by Staind ” You are the mess I chose, the closet I cannot close”

Love you my darling dear. LOL


Sapphire Blue and Silver

:: Under a Waxing Moon ::

Waxing Moon

Under A Waxing Moon

I smiled like the starry green-eyed   7 – year old girl

I was when I met my first boyfriend

On the swing-set at school

It is like that now at age 37

 I am that  7-year-old girl blushing

But now I am staring  into

the  deep brown amber eyes of a man

he had been kissing me and speaking

in quiet tones of our ups and downs.

And now his strong gentle hands

hold my face look deep into my

starry green eyes and ask me to

be his wife in the wonderful way

only  poets can do.

A tear almost escapes my eye

As I smile a huge dimpled smile

I quietly say I will.

Star Wishes  and a 7-year old girl’s

fantasy fairytale is realized as I gaze into

the eternity of  Drews deep brown amber eyes.

I love you and I will be yours

3 days past forever.


For Drew aka Clyde thank you. You’re  my dearest darling and twin soul.


Drew and Bonnie