puzzle

he was a puzzle

that took me years

to piece together

even then I still

didn’t understand him

he was a chameleon

in bright colors that

would sometimes

burn my eyes

so I let him go

into sunsets

leaving behind

golden tears

as souvenirs

Photo by Dominic Blair

Courtesy of pixaby.com

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #61: puzzle.  Come join the fun!

innocence

we were once innocent

with eyes wide open

until our glasshouses

were shattered

interior

it was in this room

where I danced to songs

under a summer sky

and painted rainbows

birthed from spring rains

I lived there for years

until the time came for me

to spread wings and leave

the nest, never looking back

but perhaps a part of me

still lingers within those walls

dancing with the moon and

creating portraits with the sun

unlike my mother

unlike my mother

I am a far cry from

a social butterfly

instead I am the shy

wallflower that

disappears into walls

like a ghost with no one

noticing my absence

but unlike my mother

I can spread my wings

far and wide going

to places she could

only ever dream of

on long summer nights

as I paint the sky blue

traveling across the seas

- Inspired by The Twiglets #85

the things I really want to say

the things I really want to say

lie in my heart like heavy stones

never to see the light of day

the things I really want to say

seem not to want to fade away

placing pressure on these weak bones

the things I really want to say

lie in my heart like heavy stones

it's four o'clock in the morning

it’s four o’clock

in the morning

and I lie in bed

counting sheep

it’s four o’clock

in the morning

and my mind

will not be at ease

it’s four o’clock

in the morning

and I have lost

time to dream

it’s four o’clock

in the morning

I wish the clock

could fall back in time

- Inspired by Writer's Digest Poetic Aside Prompt #444

dust angels

Photo by Sebastian Voortman

Courtesy of pexels.com

they embrace

in the mist of dust

still angels

dancing in fields

flower fields

where she danced freely

like the sun

with no cares

she followed rhythms

in her ear

no one joined

this hypnotic dance

too surreal

Photo by Olga

Courtesy of pexels.com

lazy summer days

lazy summer days are the best

when lounging in the sun or

under a frosty air conditioner

during a heat wave

I wish those days lasted all year

but then I wouldn’t know the beauty

of the season if I didn’t have to feel

the cold wetness of winter snow,

see the falling leaves of autumn or

smell pollen from blooming flowers