don’t say a word
February 19, 2023: This poem was inspired by the beautiful love song at the bottom of the post. The love song was originally sent to me on January 12,…
the butterfly and the bumblebee
I lived in a village in Quebec for five years while I was a care partner to my mom who lived with dementia. One day in 2017, as I…
song request
Readers keep telling me my poems should be set to music. Unfortunately, I am the most unmusical person on the planet. So I’m looking for musicians who might like…
casualties
This morning, when I was walking on the Ottawa Valley Rail Trail (OVRT), I came upon a dead frog. I took a picture. This evening, when I was browsing the…
shame on who?
Seems everyone else is always to blame for everything (especially, it would seem, if you are the premier of Ontario, a random commenter on Facebook or a narcissist LOL!)….
what if?
This poem was generated by a writing group prompt asking us to imagine improbable “what if?”s. This poem is about that. what if? © 2020 punkie what if?…
ptsd: a poem written in 2017 that still applies in 2020
ptsd © 2017 punkie Listen here (and/or read below): ptsd © 2017 punkie i cry as the sun sets i weep at its rise the least little…
i am grateful
I scribbled this poem during one of my writing group sessions in spring 2016 when I was still caring for my mom who lived with Alzheimer disease. I was…