dream in tapestry

we dream in tapestry of colorful hues

the sun sings among bouncing clouds

in your eyes I find a peaceful escape

as the sunlight dins in the evening

our voices collide with far-flung stars

better days ahead

they say better days are ahead

but it’s hard to see the rainbow

behind the black storm clouds

so I lift my weary eyes 

toward the sky hoping

this saying is not just a myth

- Written for Writer's Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompt #745

lune poems

I.  Collom lune poem: 

“music across the sky”

we saw music

paint across the summer sky

tasting their rhythms

II. Kelly lune poem: 

“cologne memories”

it was your cologne

took me back

to lost memories

in honesty

do you really want me to be honest 

or would you rather I say the sweet

words you desire to hear?

do you really want me to be frank 

or should I sugar-coat my feelings

making them easier on your mind?

you tell me

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #226 - Honestly!

Enchantment of stars

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Enchanting

Stars dance across the sky

Your golden eyes shimmer in moonlight

Luminous

Starlight outshines shadows

The light of your smile brings such joy

Radiant

The songs of glowing moons

Your voice echoes across the oceans

Glimmering

Against the dark window

Your heart gives me hope of lasting love

- Decided to try writing a Parallelogram de Crystalline poetry being highlighted at dVerse MTB: A Lover as second nature

I'm in search of ...

I’m in search of 

a new car to replace 

my old one in which the list 

of fixes keeping growing

I’m in search of 

my traveling muse 

that went AWOL when

face masks and quarantines 

became in vogue

I’m in search of

ways to embrace aging

to love this changing body 

instead of fighting 

against the inevitable

- Written for Writer's Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompt #742

beyond, a sunrise

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beyond the storm clouds

that oppress our heads

beyond wars, falling bombs 

and divisive rhetoric

beyond the high cost of living

and bills that keep coming

beyond our internal clock

that moves closer to zero

beyond the deafening noise,

a sunrise still greets us

-Written for dVerse Quadrille: ..the sun'll come up...