Flourish- 6/20/2020

Walking tall
these summer wildflowers
sprouting small
yet growing devine
every single day
a new hourglass
of growth
waiting on the wildflowers
to just walk tall and bare their arms and limbs
into pastels of petals
just open their wings
to the butterflies
Walking tall
these summer wildflowers.



Green algae
flowing water
hidden goldfish
secret societies
flourishing beneath
the lily pads
and eating the
water hyacinth

secret scales
fins and tails
tooth and nails
whenever will you surface again?

these goldfish are convicts
accused of crimes
yet to be determined.

they swim in the cage
they’re in
underneath the hyacinth.


ignition- 1/5/2020

Ignite the flame
it sparks with a spark

glowing candle
bright within
burns to create art.

Go down deep
deep, deep, deeper still
deeply breaths
but your drowning softly
and cannot swim.

Go deeper still
Do not fear
Find the sand


learn how to

swiftly, carefully, until
you mange to flip


yes there

on your back

begin to float

you body knows how

you’ve just forgotten





Turn backwards, before the lit the flame
before you blew it out and threw yourself



we are combined of oceans within us
we each have an eternal flame
we wear the skies of stars into our hair
yet we do not bother to look up enough to notice them

our feet embraced the grass, dirt and roots
as the wind crashes into our breath.

Look to the Ancient ones, the old Gods and Goddesses of lore.
Look to your Ancestors.

Lastly look into your heart
and then light that

inner flame.

Ignite that inner flame, that speck of color or bright white light
breathe in breathe out

be one






An ignition is sometimes simply
a spark that starts a fire.


your flame


keep what’s


to yourself.


Flight- 1/4/2020

It’s just a flight of fancy
these written verses
not meant to be
heard or seen.

It’s just a forest
without any bare trees.
It’s just a flight of fancy-
tangled branches and heresy.

It’s just a Pond
without any Koi
It’s just the empty soul
without any Joy.

It’s just a January
without resolutions
these written verses
bare no solutions.

It’s just a flight of fancy.
It’s just a forest.
It’s just a pond.

the words are nothing
but a

Climate Change-

Climate Change- 1/4/2020

Climate Change
ever expanding,
ever growing,
as we sit idle
by and by.
Watching Floods
on the nightly news,
waiting on Wildfires
in countless places-
(California, The Amazon in Brazil, Bush-fires in Australia…)
cease to burn.
Watching Glaziers melt
and polar bears drown-
as the Sky Falls down.
Watching as Koalas in Australia
die and countless lives lost
or homeless and suffering.
As we ignore the Warnings
from a Generation of Youth,
these young people, they’re our future,
They demand change, we must change.

How many more Natural Disasters,
Forest fires
and Tropical Storms-

Does it take?
Our Earth is Crying Out,
to us, in a myriad
of ways.

When will her voice be enough
to convince us
of Climate Change?

Spring brings blooms

Spring brings blooms

tulips opening slowly

into bursts of bubbling colors

Spring brings bold once barren landscapes

into bright beautiful blossoms of color

hues of pastels shades of baby blue and greens

everything unfolds freely into the warm wind.

Spring brings blooms

the flowers they whisper as they peek out

from tightly wrapped buds

even the grass changes from brown back to green.

The change of seasons is dramatic

the rebirth of earth and plants hang upon

a restless daydream.

flowers flourish bringing Spring.

Tip toe through the tulips-

by Emily H. Sturgill 5/6/15


Tip toe through the tulips,

flowers flourish

bringing Spring.

My tabby

he’s lazy, yet smart

he enjoys the natural

surroundings – as he tip toes through the tulips…

looking for his next bunny,mouse, or bird

to “play” with.

He loves the chase and the hunt-

not enough warrior spirit to go

in for the kill

or no perhaps that is me.

He brings us presents half alive,

and I try to free as as many as I can.

It’s ruthless, reckless, dangerous-

yet even he knows how to

tip toe through the tulips.

He knows how to enjoy his day!

As Spring Flowers flourish the tulips eventually

will turn and tumble

downwards closing up their buds

dropping their petals

for the hot heavy humidity

of Michigan Summer,

just right around

the corner.




a leather bound book

laced together

of secrecy and such

the breath of a raven

the ghost of a feather

beneath a shadow who smells

of desire.


a book of secrets

passed from one generation

to the next-

stepped in ones history

a landscape of

time not forgotten

words whispered quietly

among the chosen.

Sometimes secrets are better

left quietly whispered into

the darkness part of the night

under the fullest moon

shattering secrets

casting spells

in the pale yellow lime