to sleep is to dream

to sleep is to dream

that you are here

lying in my arms

the sun always shining

to moon comforting us

and this moment

lives on for infinity

never ending or pausing

it is a dream that I don’t

want to awake from

for reality is much

more harsher than this

at least in my dreams

you never leave me

spice of life

my high school English teacher

used to say that variety is

the spice of life

perhaps in a way it is true

for one can become bored

with the same old flavors

but sometimes that

familiar seasoning is what

helps keep the insanity away

- Dedicated to my high school English teacher, the late Mr. Leroy Washington

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #41 "spice"

eyes deep like oceans

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eyes deep like oceans

was the thing that pulled me in

now I am drowning

emotions not felt in years

trying to stay above waves

should I?

should I tell you

how I really feel?

should I lay all

my cards on the table

let the consequences

come into being?

should I stop shedding

tears over a dream

that may never 

become a reality?

should I reject fear 

and fly into the sky?

should I release old

goodbyes like fireflies

and collect new hellos

into mason jars?

should I open my heart

again, just this once?

- Written for dVerse Poetics: The answer is 42 where we are asked to write a poem consisting of only questions.  Come join in on the fun. 

bottle of feelings

this feeling within

is taking over my heart

so to keep it safe

I poured all of my feelings

into a jar to keep closed

but there have been days

temptation had me thinking

of breaking that jar

releasing bottled passion

with hope to be well received

Photo by Alexas Fotos.

Courtesy of pixabay.com

free

cut me loose

from this pier

let me float

into vast seas

let me drift

towards sunsets

without a care

or concern

let me be free

to be completely

me and not

worry about

what others say

for only I

know what

lies within

crush

a crush?

I’m too old for that

well that is what

I tell myself

I’m too old

to have such dreams

and butterflies

in my tummy

I’m too wise

beyond my years

to have tingling

sensations come

across my skin

wherever I hear

or see your name

no, I’m too old

for this feeling

I already know

how this will end

another scar

another disappointment

another what if to add

to my collection box

but here I am

with this sensation

overwhelming me

covering my head

like high ocean waves

and I cannot stop

myself or this feeling

overtaking this heart

I thought long dead

a crush?

I’m too old for this 

aren't I?

autumn has come

autumn has come

and I find myself

waiting for you

to appear from the

sky to sweep me

off my feet

but those stories only

exist in fairytales

told to impressionable

girls instead of the

truth which is more

harsher to hear

autumn has come

and I watch the leaves

turn brown wondering

if my knight will appear

before I am lost to

winter’s embrace