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