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

Inspired by Writers Digest Poetic Aside Prompt #448

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

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

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!

innocence

we were once innocent

with eyes wide open

until our glasshouses

were shattered

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

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