painting the nursery

she imagined the nursery

as a tropical beach oasis

she painted crisp lines

in cool pigments

the carpet a sandy beige

the ceiling in cerulean blue

colorful dots freckled

her summer white dress

covering a growing belly

that will soon birth

the new inhabitant

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #84 - freckle

grandma's kitchen

three layer cakes

so thick and soft

those succulent 

sweet potato pies that 

brought tears to eyes

since you been gone

the kitchen no longer 

holds memorable aromas

those cakes and pies

just don’t taste the same

unattainable

I dreamt I was the moon

you were the stars

I chased across night skies

you were the fantasy

I slip into each night

I was the pauper yearning

for your touch

but like the galaxies you

were unreachable to my hands

forever eluding my chases

then one night I dreamt

I was the sun, you was the sea

that I shined upon each sunrise

and kissed softly at each sunset

this too was just an illusion

of my mind, for you will

always be that unattainable star

- This poem was inspired by the line "I dreamt I was the moon" in the poem entitled "Full Moon" by Alice Oswald.  You may read the full poem here: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/49193/full-moon-56d22b0c02d2e

longing

I wish for days

when I can get

lost in the clouds

dance with the sun

sing with the moon 

and stars aloud

slumber under

ocean wave sounds

without a care

but those days

seem too far off

to come true

so I sit working

and writing

away my blues

when summer was a real vacation

under a hot summer sun

we played outside all day

until the moon arrived

then we went inside

for a cool night bath

to repeat the cycle

again the next day

those were the

real summer days

before we grew up

and became adults

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #83 - Sun

commute

when I drive my car each morning

to work, then back home each evening

I sometimes pass pedestrians or
commuters waiting for the bus 

I sometimes wonder if I should have

been one of those commuters 
exercising my legs each day and 

letting someone else take the wheel

but this suburban landscape does not

make public transport all that convenient 
so I'll have to stick to my daily car ride

earning money for gas, insurance and repairs 

waiting...

a year waiting

becomes two

three, four, five

how long

should I wait

until it’s time

to throw in

the towel

a hello

can turn

into a date

form into love

even blossom

into marriage

if the cards

fall into place

I wait under

summer suns

winter moons

hoping love

will come soon

for this wait

has worn me

down a bit

firecracker

she was always a firecracker

her light would sparkle the night sky

a bit loud and unpredictable

Photo by Heiko Stein

Courtesy of Pixaby

what lies ahead

I wonder what lies

ahead beyond the blue sea

is it you and me?

I think of that day

I left you with words unsaid

lonely tears unshed

now filled with regrets

I wait for the rising sun

heart still holding hope