summer sets

the summer sun sets

as our ending becomes real

I weep with the stars

wish I wasn’t such a fool

and knew true love wasn’t you

wishing upon stars

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wishing upon stars

I asked the moon to send me

my true love before 

I begin to lose all hope

and in earnest she sent you

solstice

on the longest day of the year

I gave my heart to you

thinking you would cherish it

and you did for awhile

before the leaves turned brown

and the ties that bound us snapped

on the longest night of the year

I glued my heart back together

hoping to love again next spring

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cycles

it seems our love is always

going through cycles

of highs and lows

mountaintops and valleys

I wish we could find that

even balance like the horizon

where the sun rises and sets

maybe our stars aren’t aligned

or maybe we’re just wasting time

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #59 - Cycle

I wish I could

I wish I could

be at ease and

not let this anxiety

get the best of me

I wish I could

stop and smell

the roses instead of

worrying about bees

I wish this tingling

in my hands

would go away and

not stay for days

I want to breathe

at ease and not worry

but my mind

won’t let me be

freedom

We are given to the freedom to choose when to become mothers, or when not be a mother.  We can choose when to marry our true love, or when to walk away when it’s over.  We can choose our career path or we can stay at home with our children.  We are given choices, yet so many outside our minds and bodies want to shape or limit that freedom.  Why not let one chose her own path and let her face the consequences, without your judgmental eyes and tongues.  Trust me – she has plenty of her own.

like a bird

soaring towards mountains

the sky sighs

- Written for dVerse Haibun Monday - Complexity of Freedom

heart

I use to wear my heart

on my sleeve

believing cupid’s arrow

would strike my true love

then there was that summer

I laid eyes upon you

and my heart bloomed

with undying love

now my heart is stone

broken too many times

by those who played

by different rules

- Inspired by Writer's Digest Poetic Asides prompt #439

cobblestone streets of Old San Juan

along cobblestone streets I walked

where my ancestors once strolled

in this tropical paradise

it was here I came to find

my Latina heritage and reclaim

an identity I felt estranged from

but honestly it was already within

it just needed a little nudging

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #58 - cobble us a poem where we are asked to write a quadrille poem (44 words exactly) using the word or a form of the word "cobble".  Come join in on the fun.

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