in all the lights

daylight breaks across

the autumn sky ushering

in a new day

trees of brown, red and

gold comes alive 

in the daylight

the crisp air tingles

our skin as we gaze

into moonlight

we whisper to starlight

before we close our eyes

to dream

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #210 - Let there be Light

reconciliation

rift between us

wider than oceans

being the adult

extending a branch

healing deep wounds

our words inflicted

still holding hope

sunrise in distance

string

how many times will I allow

your charming smile to string 

me along when I should be gone?

how many times will we fall 

for every white lie they tell us

slipping the wool over our eyes?

hopefully not until the end of time

- Written for dVerse - Quadrille Monday 209: Plucking Strings

as the leaves fall

under skies

cobalt blue

the leaves fall

in hues of

orange, red

yellow, brown

and my heart

thinks of you 

that last kiss

now fading

away like

summer’s bliss

- Written for dVerse Poetics: Fall (in) love

the vampire

she met him in the library while 

reading Interview with the Vampire

she would find it ironic later

when he glamoured her

with his charming smile

draining the light out of her

before she took back her life

plunging a stake into his heart

- Written for dVerse Quadrille#208 - Undead to the World

a ghazal for the sea

the sounds of seagulls greet us

as we drive closer to the sea

white foamy waves await our arrival

to dive deep into cerulean blue sea

children collect seashells on white sands 

oblivious to the mysteries of the sea

unlike fisherman casting nets to catch fish,

their livelihood dependent upon the sea

I dream of us under moonlight

listening to roaring waves of the sea

Maria tosses a bottle holding a message 

with hope to cross the sea

- Written for dVerse Poetics: By the Beautiful Sea.  I decieded to try my hand at the Ghazal poetry form which I have been reading about over the summer.  Let me know what you think.

spin

she wanted to take 

a spin around the moon

and see the stars while

her skin was still smooth

others told her she shouldn’t

wait too long, before she

would turn into a spinster

but she chose her own path

and followed her heart

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #207: Poem Spin Cycle