Spider Webs

Spider web
Ghostly threads
Caught my heart
My soul is bled
Glowing eyes
Wrap me tight
Shuts out the light
For breath I fight
Velvet voice
Laughs at me
I don’t want to hear
I cannot flee
Spider web
With dew drops glow
Luminescent threads
Feel so cold
Glowing eyes
Gaze at me
I don’t want to see
The sea of green
Velvet voice
In my dreams
I am whimpering
For the spider web
Has captured me
Lulling me softly
into nothing but
Spider webs
Ghostly threads
Caught in nightmares
Spider webs


Inspired by The Cure’s Lullaby and Depression

The Strongest Person You Know….

She is the strongest person you know

She handles lifes difficulty with ease or so it seems.  Do you know what happens behind the scenes?

The doubt, the fear, the need ,the neglect. (She hasn’t showered in a week)

Her whole being is wrapped up in a beautiful blue eyed package. (Who always cries and never sleeps)

Her Autistic child, her life blood, her  offspring, her joy, her prison. Her legacy!

His milestones are brilliant to her,( he spoke again, he repeated, he copied,), mundane to the masses (he parrots,  he copies, no words are his), life shaking, heart breaking (he said Mommy is beautiful), leaps and bounds ahead of his disabled peers. (He doesn’t understand I love you)

Yet here she is, in tears, wanting, waiting, missing the life she had beyond the life her third child brought her into.

She blames herself, shames herself, berates herself for his affliction.

Fights for him, cries for him, is an advocate for his condition.

She has given up her friends, her job, her connections only to be his everything.

She is the strongest person you know. The mom who gives up herself for the advancement of her child.

This woman had goals, and dreams,  and a story; but gave it all up for her blue eyed boy.



Marisol, Chopin, & Bukowski

Chopin came first,
His piano dark, moody
The “Poet” composer,
I slept to his notes.
Bukowski came later,
His words raw and real,
Poetry from the fringe,
Bukowski is inspired
by Alcohol and Chopin,
As am I.


Brilliant Minds beyond Forte

A thought starts slow notes
Filling an empty staff
Standard time
Standard key
Brilliant minds
Different ideas
Syncopation with 16th notes
Strong opinions
Crescendo to forte
Heated debate
Crescendo rising to fortissimo
18th notes
32 notes
up the tempo
Brilliant minds
Not to be tamed
Both want the melody
No Conductor
discord in fortissimo
Syncopation lost
Music to noise
One slows their tempo
to pianissimo
To silence
The other
To al fine
Brilliant minds
The first note so simple
Could have been
A beautifully
Intricate composition
With brilliant minds
The music cannot be composed
As a duet.

by Bonnie Jean Higgins

Music has been in my soul as long as I can remember. In this poem I turned to my first love for Inspiration..
Music of course. I started Chorus at 8 we sang at the Kennedy Center… Then I took up the violin the following year at about 9
It sounded like a Crow dying so at 10 i found the flute and I played, and played first chair Flute on through the school years playing the piccolo as well. I started piano at 17 and then guitar… now… at 37 I sometimes play the flute an Aquarius Air Sign.. song of the East Wind and I now I write the stories of my life in poetry the images, feelings and music that is always in my head.

And Thank you to my Many Music teachers who guided me, pushed me and taught me to let my emotions free through song, even though I added to their gray hair (umm sorry)…. and to the English teacher in 10th grade who made us write a poem even though I hated to read much less write poetry… well she gave me wings.