Posted in Poetry


Chains rattle the door

Ghost of White Christmases Past

Snow, Snow, go away


Foxtail Palms wave at the sky

Green with envy, nevermore

For Frank J. Tassone’s Challenge #11

First Snow or Ever Green

The storm that brought snow to much of the US brought a touch of cold to us here in Central Florida. Growing up in the north I was always certain that I had been born in the wrong place and moved south shortly after college.  Except for a brief stint back in the midwest, I have been firmly planted where the snow shovel never roams and Christmas Dinner is served on the back porch.

Posted in Poetry, Tanka Tuesday


eyes at my windows

Photo by Jilly ©

windows to thy Sandhill soul

unfolding the red

infiltration of thy grey

feathers Paranoia Mine


Tanka by Jilly©


Photo by Jilly ©

Sandhill Cranes

We are being challenged by Lillian over at dVerse to write about the view from our windows, or the view into our windows.  Looking In/Looking Out.  Join us!

These charming Sandhill Cranes, a breeding pair and their young one (bottom photo) posed for me one very hot day just outside my window.  Their prehistoric-sounding call is a delight! The Paranoia part is purely fictional for poetry’s sake.  







Posted in 28 Days of Unreason, Poetry

Day One – “Vital Updraft”

Day One of 28 Days of Unreason 2017 (WooHoo!)

My writing has been flat, my muse bored, and my heart a bit frantic for a kick-start.  Jim Harrison’s Songs of Unreason is the best curative known to Jilly.  If you are joining in, you are most welcome!  Please know that I will not be doing anything formal (linky & etc.), so just drop me a comment to wave at me; I love your beautiful presence.  The Harrison line is followed by my first poem.  I went with the Tanka form just to be gentle with myself. In case you haven’t written a Tanka before it is like an extended Haiku.  5 lines with syllable counts of 5/7/5/7/7.

Harrison Quote / Day One Prompt:

“In this world of dreams don’t let the clock cut up your life in pieces.”  

~ Jim Harrison


(A Tanka by Jilly ©)

Cumulus expand

Driven upward by their own

Energy and dreams

I stop all progress of time

Caught in the vital updraft

Photo by Jilly ©


Posted in Poetry, Tanka Tuesday

Gob Smacked

Tanka Tuesday


Vanilla thunder

gob smacked you while standing bare

footed in the lone

some shattering afternoon

dark as night at two o’clock


© Jilly’s    June 6, 2017 All Rights Reserved

Posted in Poetry

Please Listen To Me

Please listen to me
I have a story to tell
it is my treasure
I’m sure you want to hear it
please listen to me tell it

     Does not interest me
     I am thinking of my own
     story preparing
     my words it is my treasure
     I’m sure you want to hear it

is about my world
where I am the sun and you
are waiting to hear
my every word for I am
infinitely brilliant to

     Listen to me be
     enraptured by my tale of 
     woe of joy of my
     treasured daily minutiae
     please listen to me tell it

© Jilly's

NaPoWriMo encourages us to write a 
back-and-forth correspondence.
I chose to write a back-and-forth conversation.