Written June 29, 2025
Between us was a silent music
Like the symphony of stars in concert
No notes - only the particles of light singing
When I stood across from you
I radiated music
This blog is a time capsule for my poetry. I am a singer-songwriter by trade, but poetry has been my hobby since I was a teenager studying English lit in my homeschool curriculum. Abeka gave me a swath of poetry from which guided my ear for rhythm and verse and the interplay of syllables within lines, as well as the NKJ version of the Bible. A poetry course at Berklee in Boston urged me out of traditional forms and I am guided by a need to rhyme and the story itself as to what I write.
Between us was a silent music
Like the symphony of stars in concert
No notes - only the particles of light singing
When I stood across from you
I radiated music
We heard the thunder rumble and saw black clouds in the sky
They covered the sunshine, mostly
And the dust began to flyI’ve had enough
I’m going to sleep
There’s nothing else that I can do
Too tired to solve problems, now
Too weary to compare the issues
Nothing makes sense after midnight
No good can come of late night schemes
Even the wild hairs are lying flat, now
As I toss and turn to find my dreams
"Surrender to Sleep" written by Nina Ricci ©2025 All Rights Reserved
I can be buoyant and happy
Or a puddle of woe
Up on the mountain
Or under the snow
When I come off a gig
it can go either way
—Productive and useful
Or distressed and melancholy
I need the train of good feelings
To run on its track
Unhindered and chugging
Outrunning the snags
But, when I'm derailed
I come under duress
Like an avalanche falling
On top of my head
I get snowed under
And, I will be blessed,
If it only takes days
To pull out of the mess
It might take a crew
to salvage what’s left
Of my train of thought
-broken-
After the wreck
But, when I get over the mountain
And back in the groove
I’ll ride though the valley
chugging it smooth
Hugging the curves
feeling it purr
Forgetting the avalanche
Until the next time around
“Avalanche” written by Nina Ricci ©2024 All Right Reserved
Duchenne lines are the marked signs of genuine happiness
And little sparks like comets shoot across her eyes
Her smile squeezes them moon-shaped
She’s showing off her happiness beside the one who brought it out in her
Though, not being a first-time bride, there is a first time glow about her
For the widow who is twice blessed,
having put herself aside to be nursemaid through the end times
is deserving to be blessed
This is her happiness: her crown of vitality that now nourishes her countenance
She has been watered by the sweetness of new love in bloom
And new life has poured into her roots
A bloom that has come out in winter is more striking
It’s rare, and I’ve never seen it before
I have been in this case— gobsmacked
But this look of love is very beautifying
It has done something to her countenance that is new
She reached contentment first, but God granted her happiness
It was the gift given for the completion of her first vow:
to God and to her husband.
And once it was fulfilled, she was set at large in her own field
To become who she was and is on her own.
She made strides and grew into herself
She brought her talents out and delved them
She took trips and helped parents
She saw their two children married and settled
Then, she was again alone, but contented.
And somewhere along the dusky road of grief and letting go
The sun rose and it was golden
Duchenne lines are the marked signs of genuine happiness
And she has them.