Monday, April 5, 2021

she brought wine

she brought wine
a token olive branch
to heal wounds from
harsh words she said
 
her friend wanted
to slam the door shut
but couldn’t stop
her curiosity of
that pretty red bottle
 
they sat and sipped
under the blue sky
mending broken bonds

- Written for dVerse Quadrille#125-In Praise of the Grape


Photo by Kym Ellis on Unsplash


Monday, March 29, 2021

cherry blossoms

cherry blossoms dance
in the breeze under blue sky
as spring sun smiles


Photo by Oleg Magni
Courtesy of Pexels.com

Monday, March 22, 2021

knots of anxiety

she tries to stay calm
thinking of peaceful waves
or butterflies on a summer day
 
yet still her stomach ties
in knots when sensing omens
coming her way
 
she hopes one day she will
only see the glass half full
instead of half empty



Tuesday, March 16, 2021

our eyes on the Ides of March

our eyes on the
Ides of March
but no wind blowing
as Winter takes
her final bow
Spring is waiting
behind the curtain
to take center stage
under April rains


Monday, March 8, 2021

a call to arms

they were swift to close our mouths
fearful of what we may say
they were quick to color our stories
in different shades to look pretty
we will not go quietly or dull our lights
we will shout our names loudly into the sky


Tuesday, March 2, 2021

on the edge

we stand upon the edge
overlooking paradise green
and cerulean skies
 
one wrong step and
we all fall down into abyss
 
yet we stand here willing
to take the risk

Monday, February 22, 2021

let it go

I know I should let it go
that holding onto this will
only hurt me in the end
 
why is it so difficult to
open my hand and let it
fall freely away?
 
perhaps I still have hope
when I should just let go