The Rain Has Passed

The rain has passed

The wind is cool, it stirs the birdbath water pool

Wind-chimes ring a slow sweet song

Dancing branches all day long


Trees are opening up their leaves

Seems like all at once to me

Unfurling buds in bright spring green

Make the world all new and clean


Dandelions with their yellow light

Scattered ‘cross the lawn so bright

My peaceful Sunday afternoon

Wraps me in its warm cocoon




Diane E. Dockum

© May 15, 2016




May 1

Just a note to thank everyone for your responses to my Poetry Month contributions throughout April. It has been quite an exercise.

I will try not to let a whole year go by before I feel creative again. It is true that the secret of writing is to write. This always reminds me that you can pull something forward if you only give it time.

Just be gentle with yourself, sit and think a while. Let the world go on without you for just an hour or so. You can do it.







She Has Gone


As you sit in the dark room

Your hands bound

Your heart on the ground

My heart lies beside yours there


Black water cold and deep

Laps up around your ankles

And mist cools the very air you breathe

And my throat is full to see you there


My throat is full of unshed tears

My spirit aches to hold you

My shoulder is dry without your tears

I offer it up to you


The sounds of your silent screams

Are deafening

If only my love were enough

To heal your sadness and anger


If only love could lift you up

To see where she went –

She has gone over the wall

To the other side without you


If only she could have stayed

A little longer

The pull was strong

The call was heard and she said “here I am.”



By Diane E. Dockum

©July 2009 (original) and April 2016

haiku 3

blue, purple, orange

sky over the horizon

takes my breath away


out the back window

darkness spreads shadow

up the  bare tree trunks


colors of evening

water colors dripping down

the canvas of sky



by Diane E. Dockum

©April 29, 2016



The Last Time I Saw Him  

The last time I saw him
he smiled
a weak and trembling grin.
His eyes were wet and
losing their luster.

The last time I saw him
He didn’t look back
but drove off undaunted
into his own future.

I knew he wasn’t coming back.
Even then I refused
to accept it.
Even now I find it
hard to believe.

The last time I saw him
he packed up his books and
zipped closed all his bags
with a flourish of his wrist.

It was raining.
It still is inside me,
where there is
an empty place.

Excerpt From: Diane E. Dockum. “Just Beyond The Hill.”

The Next Morning

The next morning

I went shopping online

For a poem


Having forgotten my



Clicking through photos

And words


Nothing interesting

I shut my eyes

And behind my lids


There was only

Red light

And the sound of blood

In my brain

If you are quiet enough

You can hear the ocean


In your veins

All I need

Is to strike a mental match

And light

A candle in my mind



By Diane E. Dockum

©April 27, 2016




Some people bring out your inner witch

And before you know it

You have become a nasty bitch


Though you try to be calm

You let off a bomb, your adrenaline

At a high pitch


“They deserve it”,

You say, though it ruins your day

With your feelings about to unhitch


Your breath comes in pants

Because of your rants

The vein in your forehead pronounced


Away to the bathroom you go to cool off

Shut the door,

Turn the lock, and chill out


Whisper-scream in the mirror

Get a grip – let it go

And get rid of your justified furor





By Diane E. Dockum

©April 26, 2016