Colonial Diner

we sat comfy
in plush booth
menu in hand
 
our waiter stands
nearby in wait
to take orders
 
the night stars
slide into sky
to watch us

- Written for Twiglet#250 - in the diner

from ashes

the first time she died
she was fifteen 
in the halls of high school
 
then at twenty-four
her first taste of true
heartbreak
 
once again at thirty-five
another sad love ending
 
but each time she rose
like a phoenix from ashes
to soar again

- Written for dVerse Quadrille night: ashes to ashes

a beautiful night in autumn

a beautiful night

for poetic musings

autumn leaves whisper 

into the black sky

I string rhymes

along silver stars

to drift into galaxies 

far and wide

stones

daily she collects stones
placing them in her pockets
and each day her walk
becomes more difficult
 
the pockets grow heavier
matching the sadness that
has enveloped her heart
 
she hears a nearby stream
pondering whether to go there
or towards the warm light

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #137: Throwing Poem Stones

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