dementia

when he started misplacing his keys

no one saw it to be a precursor

to losing much more

slowly we watch 

memories fade 

along with 

the light

in his 

eyes

- Written for Writer's Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompt #733

indigo

we first met under summer sun

I became enchanted with 

your golden brown eyes

my heart sang when you 

kissed me under indigo sky 

when our love affair ended

it killed my heart so softly 

and it took years to mend 

those broken pieces

- Written for dVerse Quadrille Monday: indigo.  The last stanza inspired by the song "Killing Me Softly" by R&B legend Roberta Flack, who passed away earlier today.

I never stopped loving you

I never stopped loving you

you had me at the first kiss

making me fall into a bliss

your kisses were morning dew

and soft touches I so very miss

I never stopped loving you

you had me at the first kiss

after everything we’ve been through

my heart will still reminisce

and I cannot regret any of this

I never stopped loving you

you had me at the first kiss

making me fall into a bliss

- My attempt at an English Madigral poem for dVerse Poetry Form: English Madigral prompt

home

her heart been waiting

for the father that

never returned home

many nights sitting

by the front window

looking for him to appear

but he never did

even when she left home

in the eyes of every man

she searched for the serenity

that left when her father 

walked out the door

- Written for Writers Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompt #731

artwork

the artwork was displayed

for all eyes to see and study

some called it art, 

others called it trash

he didn’t let the zingers

creep into his heart 

he keeps painting the sky

in vivid shades and pulls back

the curtains others hide behind

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #217: Poems with Zing!

washing dishes

she stands at the sink

filling the dishpan with 

hot water and Dawn soap

he is siting in the living room

falling asleep watching the news

she scrubs each glass and dish 

the moon her only company

the water runs down the drain

but she doesn’t see the suds

only the years that are now gone

- My attempt for the prompt at dVerse Poetics: Reimagining the Familiar

Funny enough this is the second poem I wrote about washing dishes for a prompt.  My previous poem was posted in August 2018 here entiled "as she washed dishes".

when ignoring the hints backfire

many said they didn’t know

despite numerous times

we tried to tell them

there were clues and hints

along the way but some

chose to ignore the signs

for those who took heed

we now sit back sipping tea

while drawing up escape plans

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #216 - Can You Take a Hint?

be my light

will you be my light

when darkness falls

will you take my hand

lead me through shadows

dark storm clouds gather

ice covering our hearts

and yet your eyes tell me

everything will be alright

lift me up

with outstretched arms 

I made a plea to the breeze

lift me up into dreamy blue skies

and let me slumber on pillowy 

clouds for all eternity

take me away from the dark storms,

wildfires and frigid cold that 

threatens to envelope us all

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #215: Ready for Liftoff

dreaming of spring in winter

I dream of blooming flowers

and bright warm sunrises

that bring forth clear blue skies

yet when I open my eyes

I’m greeted by barren trees

snow covering the grass

and icy breezes at sunrise