curious

should I take the plunge
or stay in the shadows?
should I let my curiosity run wild 
or let my shyness prevail?

I reach towards the stars
wondering if they will melt
from my touch or seep into
my skin, bringing me to life

- Written for dVerse Quadrille#129 - A Curiosity of Poems

deranged silence

she did her best
to arrange the lines
in perfect formation
 
despite best efforts
the words still manage
to derange the meaning
 
she continues in silence
rearranging sentences
hoping to get it right,
eventually

- Written for Twiglet#228 - deranged silence

wounds

a band-aid or a piece of gauze
can stop the bleeding
from cuts and abrasions
but some injuries are
more than skin deep
despite our best intentions
some wounds never heal
leaving behind scars as
a permanent reminder of pain
that always linger within

- Written for dVerse Quadrille: What's in a word?

after the storm

we look towards rising sun
after years of darkness
hope rides the air
that storms have passed
rainbows fill our futures

- Written for Twiglet#226

planting seeds

as she looked into her newborn’s eyes
she smiled planting seeds within
the baby’s tiny heart
whispering you are loved,
you are special, you are strong
the glow in her eyes never wavering
throughout the years watching that
seed grow and bloom into adulthood

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #127: Planting Seeds

Although I do not have children, I imagine this is something a loving mother would do for her child. For the forthcoming Mother's Day holiday, this poem is dedicated to all the loving mothers in the world, especially my own mother.