hunger

what is this hunger that lies within

what can I take to satisfy this desire

would food or drink fill this void or 

only mask shadows that lurk in corners

if I whisper my fears, will the emptiness 

cease, freeing me from these chains

- Written for dVerse Quadrille#242 - Hunger Makes the Best of Poetry

love eternal

things that told her he loved her –

he greets her with coffee each morning

he brings her flowers without reason

he holds her hand on the bad days

dances with her on the good days

things that told him he loved her –

she makes his favorite dessert on holidays

she watches sports she doesn’t understand

she cheers him on when he seizes the prize

lends a shoulder when he needs to cry

when the sunrise she smiles

knowing his heart will always be hers

when the sunsets he smiles

knowing she will be his rock for eternal

- Written for dVerse Poetics: The Evolution of Love

in search of spring

my heart yearns for the view

of blooming flowers

under the blue sky

my skin yearns for the touch

of a warm spring sun

instead, frozen snow greets

me at the front door

frigid air brushes against my face

a reminder, winter still lingers

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #241: Swearing by all Flowers

enchanting eyes

enchanting eyes

caught mine

they shimmered like moonlight in winter

I fell in love too quickly

hearts split

love faded

not memories

- Written for dVerse Poetics: The Smile in a Simile.  The poem is written in trinet poetry form that I'm experimenting with.  Find out more about this form here at Writer's Digest

mind trip

my mind wants to take a trip 

away from all the chaos - 

frigid winters, cutthroat politics,

the new volatility of American news

I just want my face to 

bask in the warm sunshine

let the body relax without

worrying about what comes next

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #240-: Fill, Zip, Trip

eat cake

rumor has it that Marie Antointette

told peasants to eat cake,

spurring a revolution

if someone told me to eat cake

I would happily oblige

but at my age I know such

sweet indulges would go

straight to my hips and thighs

- Written for Writer's Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompt #770 which asks for a food poem.  This is second poetry prompt response for today. 

sevenling: snow

as a child snow meant

no school, making a snowman

and hot chocolate drinks

as an adult snow means

slow drivers, shoveling sidewalks

and interrupted schedules

but fresh snow’s beauty never fades

- Written for dVerse Poetics: New Year Snow.  First of two posts today from different prompts.