she dreamed of skylines

she dreamed of skylines
towers that touch the clouds
while others dream of colonial houses
with white picket fences
 
she fantasized about trekking
across the globe as others 

plan for babies and backyard

birthday parties

 
she steps to her own drumbeat
without any regrets

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #112: The Sky's the Limit

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in September we say goodbye

it seems as though you are still summer
despite autumn taking hold
I don’t want to let you go
but time is not waiting
I give you a kiss
the leaves turn brown
days grow short
and nights
long

- Written for dVerse Poetics: 9 across for a count down.

The first line of this poem, "it seems as though you are still summer" comes from the poem "To The Light of September" by W.S. Merlin.  

 

They sleep with the moon

 The day had been long and exhausting.  Mary was now tucking in her children into bed.
 
“Are we going to war now?” the son asked.
 
Mary leaned over and kissed her son on the forehead.  “Everything is going to be okay.  You have not need worry.”
 
“That’s not what Kenny said,” her daughter replied.
 
She turned to her daughter.  “I don’t want neither one of you worrying about this.  All you need to do tonight is closed your eyes and go to sleep,” Mary said, brushing her daughter’s hair to the side.
 
“Yes mommy,” the children replied.
 
Mary turned off the nightlamp as she exited the room.  An hour or so later, she peaked into the bedroom once more.  She saw both of the children sleeping.  
 
“In their dreams they sleep with the moon” she thought to herself. 
 
Mary smiled and closed the door.

- I thought I would try something a bit different today.  A response to dVerse Prosery Monday: Moonbeams and Moon Dreams.   

your smile

your smile an ocean blue sky
heart like porcelain glass
I remember a caramel morning
we danced with champagne stars
you kissed me, soft velvet lips
eating away my darkest dreams
let us linger here for an eternity
of seasons and paint the stars
until the breaking of dawn

summer's end

near summer’s end
I watch sunsets
with more longing
 
soon autumn leaves
will cover grass
air turns chilly
 
before I go
let’s linger here
enjoy summer skies

pizza and cigarettes

sitting outside by the pizzeria at lunch
someone comes up to me to bum a cigarette
sorry I don’t smoke I say, but that’s okay
there are plenty of smokers outside
smoking Newports across from the school
under the illusion we are almost adults

-  Written for dVerse Quadrille#110: Shall we bum around a bit?

in this garden

in this garden
where roses bloom
I await you

in an embrace
we share words
hidden too long

under silver stars
we hold hands
until morning light

- A tiny poem inspired by last week's dVerse Quadrille: How Does Your Garden Grow?