smoke screen

tell me this: 

were your words ever true

or just a smoke screen

hiding your true intentions

you said all the right words

and did everything right

to ensnare hearts and minds

pulling the wool over eyes

you played the game

all too well

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #258: Screen, Your Screen, We All Screen

7:00 AM

he came into the diner

to nurse a hangover

with greasy food

she was sitting in a booth

drowning her sorrows

in strong black coffee

their eyes met

he lazily smiled 

she sipped coffee

at the counter 

a waitress counts down 

the time left in her shift

outside the October sun

peaks through blinds

in her pocket

she carries words in her pockets

to lift her spirits when fading sun

sours her mood

when she wishes to write poems

to the moon and stars

sometimes she needs to wipe away

fallen tears

she squeezes those words in her

hands and smile

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #257: A Pocket in Your Poems