Spring

those blossoming flowers

could conjure up such

poetic words so easily

buzzing bees my muses,  

as words flow smoothly

across my pages

if only the season

could last lifetimes

I would fill volumes

of various loving words

but I know now that

each season has its place

one cannot appreciate

warm happiness without

feeling a bit of cold pain

people watching

on a lovely Spring day

I sit and watch people

hoping to find inspiration

I watch a man sip a

Starbucks coffee

another man power walks

along the park’s path

nearby a lady feeds her

poodle biscuit treats

as the sun warms our faces

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #74 - "sip"

when I am lonely

when I am lonely

I think of you and

what we once shared

but it was so long ago

the memories are

beginning to feel

more like a dream

than an old reality

when I am lonely

I pretend you’re here

still madly in love

and the bond that

mended us as one

but we both know

those ropes were

torn apart long ago

when I am lonely

I often wonder

where I went wrong

what road I should

have taken instead

of the one I followed

but the universe

never answers me

we speak our own language

we speak our own language

with words, moving hands

and various facial expressions

language is not always verbal

and you have taught me this

that one can speak paragraphs

with little spoken words

it was love

it was love

that brought me

to this place

it was love

that filled my

heart with hope

it was love

that tore my

soul in two

it was love

that helped me

mend my heart

it was love

that made me

love once more

a kiss

I had imagined a kiss with you
would be like smooching the stars

or seeing fireworks in a summer sky

but I experienced neither of them

just the sensation of soft lips

upon mine that took me to a high

I never achieved again

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #73-A Prelude to a Kiss

invisible

I wonder if they notice me

for the person I came to be

or am I just invisible

the wallflower that no one sees

does my inner light catch their eyes

is my aura a grand prize

I try to entice them with charms

but they never fall for my lines

I’m a shadow in the moonlight

out of their minds, out of sight

I will linger here in the dark

until this lonely soul takes flight

in solitude

in solitude

I lower my barriers

and let my hair down

sing songs off key 

and dance madly

since no one is watching

in solitude

I lie in my bed until

brunch time on Sundays

enjoying its warmth

the only day in the week

I have such luxury

in solitude

I think about you

my soulmate, whose face

continues to change in my dreams

I have yet to meet you and

wonder if you are even real

perhaps you are –

in my solitude

- Inspired by dVerse Haibun Monday: Solitude though this is freestyle poem and not a haibun.