streams of words

the streams of words
that flow through my mind
usually never reach my lips
I sit wanting to tell you
all that lies inside my head
then I leave with unspoken words
one day my nerves will harden
and I will say them aloud

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #132: Stream

the last word

I only hope 
the last word
I speak is filled
with love
and not regret

- Written for Twiglet#236 - the last word

juke joint dreams

nearby kids saw the old man
sitting on his porch, his eyes
focus on something far off
they thought the man was
in a stupor, but he was lost
in a daydream of his youthful
days in juke joints playing
and dancing nights way

- Written for dVerse Quadrille 131

braids

she sat on a carpeted floor
as her mother’s hands
created art in braids
 
little girl glows in summer
sun with flowing braids
dancing in the breeze