Thursday, August 9, 2018

as she washed dishes


as she washed dishes
she absentmindedly listened
to the news – always bad –
so she tries to stay focus
on removing leftover crumbs
from dishes and not listen
to the reality of life

once while washing dishes
she let her mind wander
to the thought of him
and his touch – wondering
what went wrong and why
he doesn’t call anymore

no, she told herself
instead listen to the bad news
on the television instead of
allowing her mind to linger
on love gone lost

as she washed dishes
she tried to scrub away
the mundaneness of life away
to reveal its cleanliness
and renewed hope for
something better





Monday, August 6, 2018

we were too young to know


we were too young to know
how fragile love can be
and failed to let the roots sow
we were too young to know
that we must keep the flow
going within you and me
we were too young to know
how fragile love can be

Thursday, August 2, 2018

silent reunion


I saw you just the other day.  You still looked the same, but I don’t think you recognized me when I waved.  I guess I don’t look the same.  All those years as a sitting wallflower in class never caught your attention, or created an impression that lasted past twenty years.  Yet I am still glad to see you are well, even if you don’t remember me or my daily shy smiles.  I did not have the words to confess to that you were the light of my gloomy school days.  I still can’t get the words out of my mouth so I am writing them down in pen, with hope one day you will see them.

summer sun
spins in retrograde
time turns back



Monday, July 30, 2018

puzzle

he was a puzzle
that took me years
to piece together
even then I still
didn’t understand him
he was a chameleon
in bright colors that
would sometimes
burn my eyes
so I let him go
into sunsets
leaving behind
golden tears
as souvenirs


Photo by Dominic Blair
Courtesy of pixaby.com


- Written for dVerse Quadrille #61: puzzle.  Come join the fun!


Thursday, July 26, 2018

innocence


we were once innocent
with eyes wide open
until our glasshouses
were shattered



Monday, July 23, 2018

interior

it was in this room
where I danced to songs
under a summer sky
and painted rainbows
birthed from spring rains
I lived there for years
until the time came for me
to spread wings and leave
the nest, never looking back
but perhaps a part of me
still lingers within those walls
dancing with the moon and
creating portraits with the sun


Thursday, July 19, 2018

unlike my mother


unlike my mother
I am a far cry from
a social butterfly
instead I am the shy
wallflower that
disappears into walls
like a ghost with no one
noticing my absence

but unlike my mother
I can spread my wings
far and wide going
to places she could
only ever dream of
on long summer nights
as I paint the sky blue
traveling across the seas

- Inspired by The Twiglets #85