false spring

she fell in love with his smile

he was enamored with her eyes

they both held on to hope that

love this time will stick around

but slowly things fell apart

he stopped coming around

she fell into bitterness

their hope withering like 

a blooming rose covered in snow

perhaps they fell in love too soon

maybe they should have waited

for their connection to fully bloom

before taking the deep plunge

- Written for dVerse Poetics: False Spring

in silence

in the silence of a rising sun

I lie in my bed letting

my mind slowly wander

in the quietness of the 

morning sun  I take a breath

thankful for another day

my mind prepares for 

all that awaits me 

when I leave home

- Written for dVerse Quadrille:Shhhhhh.. Quiet, Please!

spanish madre

tall sugar canes were your first memory

home was in the valley of the mountains

eating sweet mangos under a hot sun

rivers nearby where the ladies laundered

every images imprinted as the plan

soared across the Atlantic ocean to

a new home in cold Pennsylvania

middle name and an “h” added by nuns

and English placed on your tongue

recollections of Espanol slowly fade

you have become Americanized

- Written for dVerse Meeting the Bar: Tell Me Your Name

let's forget

let’s forget

the chaos

of the world

and drift into

daydreams

instead

let’s remember

spring mornings

spent together

slowing down

the clock

- Written for Writer's Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompt #778

spring clues

do I hear the birds

singing in the trees?

do I see flowers

rising from the dirt?

do I feel the warm

sun upon my face?

does the sun lingers

a little bit longer?

my eyes search for

clues that spring

has finally arrived

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #243: Bird is the Word

orbiting

we float around

each other and all

the unspoken words

we orbit around

this life trying

to survive it all

our blues song

linger in our hearts

minds drifting to dreams

at the end of the line

will our love endure

or simply fade to black

hunger

what is this hunger that lies within

what can I take to satisfy this desire

would food or drink fill this void or 

only mask shadows that lurk in corners

if I whisper my fears, will the emptiness 

cease, freeing me from these chains

- Written for dVerse Quadrille#242 - Hunger Makes the Best of Poetry

love eternal

things that told her he loved her –

he greets her with coffee each morning

he brings her flowers without reason

he holds her hand on the bad days

dances with her on the good days

things that told him he loved her –

she makes his favorite dessert on holidays

she watches sports she doesn’t understand

she cheers him on when he seizes the prize

lends a shoulder when he needs to cry

when the sunrise she smiles

knowing his heart will always be hers

when the sunsets he smiles

knowing she will be his rock for eternal

- Written for dVerse Poetics: The Evolution of Love

in search of spring

my heart yearns for the view

of blooming flowers

under the blue sky

my skin yearns for the touch

of a warm spring sun

instead, frozen snow greets

me at the front door

frigid air brushes against my face

a reminder, winter still lingers

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #241: Swearing by all Flowers

enchanting eyes

enchanting eyes

caught mine

they shimmered like moonlight in winter

I fell in love too quickly

hearts split

love faded

not memories

- Written for dVerse Poetics: The Smile in a Simile.  The poem is written in trinet poetry form that I'm experimenting with.  Find out more about this form here at Writer's Digest

mind trip

my mind wants to take a trip 

away from all the chaos - 

frigid winters, cutthroat politics,

the new volatility of American news

I just want my face to 

bask in the warm sunshine

let the body relax without

worrying about what comes next

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #240-: Fill, Zip, Trip

eat cake

rumor has it that Marie Antointette

told peasants to eat cake,

spurring a revolution

if someone told me to eat cake

I would happily oblige

but at my age I know such

sweet indulges would go

straight to my hips and thighs

- Written for Writer's Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompt #770 which asks for a food poem.  This is second poetry prompt response for today. 

sevenling: snow

as a child snow meant

no school, making a snowman

and hot chocolate drinks

as an adult snow means

slow drivers, shoveling sidewalks

and interrupted schedules

but fresh snow’s beauty never fades

- Written for dVerse Poetics: New Year Snow.  First of two posts today from different prompts. 

wine and roses

there was a time

your smile would

light up my room

the beauty of your 

eyes pulled me 

into a dream

these were the days

when love seemed

so simple

but in truth,

we learned that true 

love is not always 

wine and roses

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #239: Smile

happy now?

are you really happy now

that you got everything

your heart desired

will you be content 

with life, or will you 

just find something 

else, or someone else

to complaint about

instead of enjoying

the fruits, you will 

singing the blues 

like Connie Francis 

asking who’s sorry now?

- Written for Writer's Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompt #768