broken

I tried to keep myself

all put together

but things happen

leaving me with scars

causing imperfections

on my face and skin

yet still I am who I am

flaws and all and

I can still be loved

despite broken lines

upon my soul

spring mornings

I hear the birds chirping

outside my window

their melody awakening

my senses each morning

and it is that sound

that makes the mornings

easier knowing that

warmer days will arrive

shortly and summer

evenings will be spent

watching beautiful

sunsets in your arms

when I hear your voice

the sound of your voice

always takes me back

to when I was madly

in love with you

each time the timber

of your voice hits my ears

I forget all about the 

things that went wrong 

and only reminisce 

about the good times

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #33 - Sound Off!

will you?

will you remember me

when I walk out the door?

will you think of me

on warm summer days?

will you want to hear my

voice under midnight stars?

or will you forget me

as easily as we forget snowflakes?

will visions of my face diminish

from your memory in time?

will you pass me by on the street

like a stranger in the night?

Forget-me-not flowers.  

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Cemetery visits on Mother's Day

Photo by Brigitte Werner

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Every Spring I come out

and lay flowers on graves 

for Mother’s Day

I have done it for so long

that I have lost track of
the number of years

that have gone by

I’m sure the flowers

are not as lovely

as the ones before

yet I keep up the vigil

and soon I will add names 

to my flower list

for Mother’s Day

forever waiting

forever

was how long it seemed

that I waited for you

to sweep me off my feet

and into that grand 

fairytale castle on the hill

forever

was how long I waited

from sunrises to sunsets

still believing that day

would come when dreams

would become realities

but forever

lasted too long for me

I lost all hope especially

when I removed rose colored

glasses and saw you for

the man you truly were

in the dark

our whispers

echo off walls

secret rendezvous

under midnight stars

hidden love letters

in mysterious boxes

it was all good

for awhile

until one of us

wanted to drag

the other

into the light

and that was

the breaking point

in this secret affair

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #32 - echo.

returning home

I went so far off chasing the clouds

that never stood still

and now I return to the place I once

desired to burn down

but it will be here that I reconnect

to the person I was before

I went after unattainable rainbows

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cologne

it was the aroma of

sandalwood cologne

that pulled me

as he hooked his

claws into my skin

my insides burned

with the thought

of his touch

and I knew then

I was in too deep

but a part of me

did not mind