This site is barely ever used any more. Once in awhile windybound might post a poem or two and I, ziibi, have another poetry blog that I post poems regularly. To visit my poetry blog click Pondering through Life.

This Beautiful Day Was Not Made For Me

Antibiotics and steroids

This is my routine

October day near eighty

Not for me


Take the dogs for a walk

See my skin revolt

Feel my mind shrivel

Lump in my throat


I love the fall

It’s usually for me

My energy returns

Not this year


Stick to the plan, Stan.

No. Stay flexible, man.

So, what do you want?

4 Elements

4  E l e m e n t s

Eagle flies with the wind holding a precious gift

Lifting higher to the north and turning to the

East facing the sun rising full flaming red

Mother knows he comes baring an

Essential element of life

Needed to sustain


Earth Water Fire Air

I have wanted to do this style for awhile. It seemed very fitting with 
the poem for the potluck.
*for prompt Jingles Monday Potluck

I Just Will

There was an overwhelming feeling.

I have been letting someone down.

My fear stopped me short of my goals.

It is not like me to let another get in my heart.

I did not want to be Carly Simon.

My heart was held hostage.

I want to make this right.

What I have is mine.

Just the sharing does not make it his.

That is all I have to say about that.


I am adventuring where no internet lies
for at least 2 1/2 weeks.