salt

I would never add salt

to my french fries

some thought i was strange

 

i prefer warm butter

on my popcorn making 

my fingers shiny

I try my best not to add

salt to another's wounds

for I know the sting 

of its touch

 

 

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #146: Let's Get Salty

Sevenling: Valentine's Day

for some Valentine’s had
love confessions, surprise gifts,
and candlelit dinners
 
for others Valentine’s had
no red roses, heart-shaped
candy boxes or love letters
 
not a holiday for a single girl

- Written for dVerse Tuesday Poetics - After St. Valentine left the building

nibbling on awkward silence

they sit across from each other
under warm sun, Caribbean
breeze cooling their skin
the sound of blue waves fill
the silence as they nibble
on appetizers to avoid
awkward eye contact
with so much so say, neither
one can find the right words

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #145

a day in winter

under the blue sky
hills are blanketed white
laughter of children
pierce the silence
as their sleds
glide across the snow
 
the elderly couple
step cautiously
not wanting to fall
from the ice glaze
across sidewalks
bones too brittle
 
I sip hot chocolate
watching the scenes
bundled under sweater
I take in the sights
knowing the grass
will be green again

Sharing this poem for dVerse Open Link Night#309