regret

I should have held

onto you a bit longer

I should have told

you what I felt

I should have laid

my heart on the table

I should have spoken

the words on my tongue

But I was too afraid

of your rejection

I was too afraid that

you would laugh at me

I was too afraid you

wouldn’t love me back

I was too afraid to release

those words on my tongue

And now I am full of regret

that I let you slip away

and now I wonder about

what could have been

and now I sit here pondering

on how to move on

and now I write love poems

instead of living them

 - Written in response to Writers' Digest Poetic Aside April 2017 PAD Challenge Day 26 in which one is tasked to write a poem about regret.

we stood still

we stood still by the river

waiting for you to appear

upon the hills

my heart waiting to burst

at the sight of you and

he was holding back

squeals of delight

but you never appeared

beyond the hills and

soon night encased us

"The lonesome river" by Greg Westfall

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- Written for dVerse Quadrille #31 "still".  Come join in on the fun.  

postcard

I send you a postcard

with sunny skies

and white sands

telling you I’m

having a good time

but in reality

I miss you terribly

wish you were here

instead of back there

 the oceans I placed

between us only makes

the yearning in my heart

grow deeper

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dancing palms

"Palm Tree" by Anna Langova

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to a hidden beat

the palm trees swayed side to side

like they were dancing

- Written for International Haiku Poetry Day.  Inspired by WD's Poetic Aside 2017 PAD Challenge Day 17: dance poem

black sheep

I always stood out

like a black dot

on white linen tablecloth

never fitting into the puzzle

that my family tried to maintain

I’m sure they loved me

in their own special way

but I know they rather

have me fit in those family

portraits instead of sticking out

but love is eternal

love is nonjudgmental

love is all consuming

no matter what I know

they will love unconditionally

"Black Feathers" by George Hodan

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drizzle of tears

at first the tears began as drizzle

until I could no longer hold back

the swollen floodgates of tears

they poured out like monsoon rains

until my body and heart was depleted

of its light and now only sleep

can restore my drained soul

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #30 - drizzle

beginnings and endings

beginnings are like

spring days when

beauty springs from

blossoming flowers

and the path of warm

days lie way ahead

but endings are like

late summer sunsets

when you know autumn

will soon arrive and

these carefree days

have come to an end

     

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shadows

Photo by Jez Timms

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we played in shadows

under the belief

that it would never

come to light

but once I stepped out

of that shadowy place

all facades shattered

like glass