last day and first day

last day of the year

last change to say

the words I want to say

last time to do fun things

before the grind begins

last hours to reflect

on what was gain and lost

but tomorrow will be

the first day of the year

first change to take that step

first time to tell you

my true feelings

first hours to begin

writing a new chapter
adding to life’s novel

- To everyone, have a happy and prosperous New Year. 

eternity

eternity

is what I wanted

with you

eternity

is what we promised

each other

eternity

is what slipped through

our fingertips

eternity

is the dream I keep

holding onto

            

there was a time

there was a time

when Christmas was

magical – in a

child’s eyes

but as we grow

it looses its charms

commercialization

takes over

then it becomes just

another holiday spent

digging into pockets

for gifts

even if when we

come back to the

reason for the season

and reclaim that magic

it is still not the same

without your child’s eyes

- For those who celebrate, Merry Christmas.

ten

ten is the day I took

my first breath

entering this world

on a promise

of new beginnings

ten is the age

I was when my body

became a woman –

shedding blood,

a promise of motherhood

ten became twenty,

thirty and now forty

every decade bringing

some new chapter

for me to write

I don’t know what forty

will bring but I hope

it’s something good,

not sad – I had plenty

in the other decades

it was like magic

it was like magic

when our eyes met

the loudness of life

diminished into whispers

and I was head over

heels in love

but like magic it only

happens occasionally

never staying long

enough to take root

like sycamore trees

in deep green forests

I wish I had bottled

that magic potion

to keep at my bedside

to remember what

we once had before

the magic disappeared

eyes pulling me in

it was your

eyes pulling

me into

deep oceans

of sea blue

never to

see the sun’s

light again

I have no

regrets in

falling for

those dark eyes

as if no one was watching

as she danced with grace

she released all her burdens

letting her mind drift

into soft musical notes

as if no one was watching

Photo by Ahmad Odeh

Courtesy of unsplash.com

so close

so close

yet you feel

so far

my fingertips

tingle at

the thought

of holding

you in

my hands

so close

yet you feel

so far

a dream

that will

be snatched

from my

aching hands

so close

I can taste it

I just hope

I am not

dreaming

let us cheer

let us cheer

to a forthcoming

new year

another chance

to make things right

a new beginning

for changes

a time to reflect

but move on

to new chapters

let us cheer

for good intentions

and let’s hope

for better days

to come forth

- Written for Quadrille #70: Poems of Good Cheer

like a razor

your words cut me like a razor

and I cannot stop the bleeding

tongue etching scars like a laser

your words cut me like a razor

spoken straight without a chaser

your once warm eyes were misleading

your words cut me like a razor

and I cannot stop the bleeding

like the seasons

I waited for you

to arrive like Spring

after Winter has

released its grip

but like the seasons

you never stay long

enough to take root

I can't forget

I can’t forget your eyes

how they always comforted me

no matter how hard I try

your memories will always be

in my heart for eternity

anxiety

she wanted to enjoy

the good times

but anxiety always

had her on edge –

worrying about what

may spoil the moment

so she went through

the motions with a

smile but with cautious

eyes and ears, wide open

for some omen to

suddenly appear

- Written for dVerse Quadrille prompt: Spoiler Alert!

they won't know

a passion forbidden

always too enticing

they wont’ know

we tell ourselves

trysts in darkness

comes to light

shattering our charades

despite all this

we still dance

the forbidden tango

telling ourselves that

they won’t know

- Inspired by Twiglets #102 - they won't know

let this love not be a disaster

let this love

not be a disaster

like crimson wine

on white carpets

or a category

five hurricane

let this love

be a beautiful

summer day

or the perfect

holiday gift

let this love

not be my

ending but

my beginning

- Written for Writers Digest Poetic Aside November 2018 PAD challenge - Day 12: disaster poem

lost and found

I was lost

in a sea

filled with fear

mixed with doom

with no hope

I closed my

eyes praying

for release

I was found

by your arms

gave me hope

once again

wink

when he gazed at me

I felt like the only woman

in the room, despite the

loud chaos surrounding us

in this private conversation

he gave me a simple wink

stealing my breath and heart

away, causing me to fall

over cliffs head first

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #68-Winkle, Winkle, Little Poem and Poetic Aside 2018 November PAD Challenge Day 5: private poem

glorious November

the air was too warm

for the first of November

almost felt like spring

rather than mid-autumn

but I inhaled that glorious

air to savor it before

the return of fall’s chill

transitioning in circles

every time you leave

a part of me dies

I’m not sure whether

there will be anything

left the next time

you’re always changing

like the seasons

and by now I should

know the routine

down to the decimal

yet every spring

I fall in love

every summer I

get lost in your eyes

every autumn you

tell me goodbye

and every winter

I cry tears over you

falling

falling

I didn’t know what was happening

I only thought I had lost my footing

falling

I saw the clear blue sky above me

as the clouds became smaller and smaller

falling

the air was leaving my lungs

I couldn’t call out to you to catch me

falling

became so peaceful that my fear

vanished and my mind was at ease

falling

is the last thing I remembered but you,

my parachute, opened before impact

- Written for dVerse Meeting the Bar: Repetition

early mornings

early mornings

were always my bane

I would rather stay in bed

until sleep fully escaped me

but I must admit to the beauty

of morning’s silence that

would bring serenity within me

before having to face the harsh

light of the daily grind

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #67 - early

I feel myself drowning

I feel myself drowning

in your eyes, in your arms

in the scent of your cologne

that lingers even after

you have left the room

I feel myself drowning

in memories of you

in our youthful, naive

fumbling in car backseats

chaste kisses that simmer

before bursting into flames

I feel myself drowning

in the seas I have crossed

to get away from you,

to forget those memories

and find your replacement

but the truth of the matter is

that there will never be

a replacement for you so

I’ll just keeping drowning

autumn leaves

we collect leaves

like fallen memories

no longer able to 

keep hold on us

we pile them up

so they can be

carried away

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last dance

Photo by Tim Gouw

Courtesy of unsplash.com

last dance

we held each other tight

trying to never forget

this moment

yuck

this poem is yuck

it does not say much

soon you’ll stop reading

because you'll have enough

of these empty words 

this poem is junk

I shouldn’t even post it

but who knows someone

may find these lines fun

so I’ll end it here

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #66-Yuck it Up

fixing you

I tried my best

I gave it my all

I used scotch tape, duct tape,

rope, glue, rubber cement

and every other adhesive

I could think of

I tried to make you

whole once more

but I was a fool

to think I could

do the job alone

I gave it my best shot

to fix the cracks

that was within you

but you were beyond repair

so I dusted myself off

and walked away

bright star

you were the star

among many

that shined brighter

than the rest

it was your light

that caught my eye

and since that night

I haven’t been able

to turn away from it

you became the one

to steal this old

heart of mine

Photo by Min An

Courtesy of pexels.com

magic

your magic kisses

can make the sun rise each day

and deep oceans weep

when you look at me

I swear my heart stops beating

barely catching my breath

I gather the stars

and I place them in your crown

making you my king

harboring secrets

no one could see

behind her porcelain face

or his boy next door eyes

no one saw past her pretty smile

or his loud boisterous laugh

beyond those warm eyes

they all harbor secrets

imprisoned behind bars

so no words can escape

through mouths

- Written for dVerse Quadrille Monday "harbor"

I get lost

I get lost

in daydreams

when I want

to escape

the chaos 

of daily life

I only wish

I could get

lost in you

all day and night

making this life

a bit sweeter