jokes on me

every year you make the same promises

and every year I believe them

and after the dance has ended

you disappear like a phantom at dawn

every year is the same, yet I still fall

for every charming promise you make

I know how this ends yet still have hope

I guess the joke are really on me

- Written for WD Wednesday Poetry Prompt #789

in this letter

in this letter 

I wish I could

enclose my heart

but I can only 

write the words 

that simmer within

I hope they bring 

joy to your eyes 

and melt away

all your worries

and perhaps one day

we will meet again

- Written for Writer's Digest Poetic Aside #788

in summer

summer always promises

good times with her

sultry smile

and yet far too many times

I found myself lacking

those promised fireworks

- Written for Writer's Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompt #787

in my younger days

in my younger days

I had my life all planned

it was naivety that led me 

to believe life is a straight line

but in time I learned life’s journey

is filled with u-turns and detours

the plan long ago lost into the wind

- Written for Writer's Digest Poetic Aside Wednesday Prompt #785

among roses, a sun rises

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among the roses

we take in the sun rising

the sky turns golden

we hold hands for the last time

as stars say goodbye

- Written for WD's Wednesday Poetry Prompt #781

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

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. 

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

I want something

I want something

I only wish I could

place my finger

to its pulse

I want something

new or different

or go back to how

it was before the fall

I want something

to refill this void

to warm my cold nights

to brighten dark mornings

I want something

something else, some

thing but I can’t find 

the right words to say

I want something….

- Written for Writer's Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompt #762

coalesce

we dance around

going in circles

but never blending

until the day

the world tumbled

into the darkness

at that moment

we meshed together

returning to light

- Written for Writer's Digest Poetic Asides Poetry Prompt #760

hidden letters

letters

I wrote when young

filled with poetic words

stay hidden in my desk away

from light

- Written for Writer's Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompt #758

if these walls could talk

if these walls could talk

what would they say?

what songs would they sing?

what secrets would be revealed?

I remember as a teenager

lounging on my bed with

feet propped against the wall

covered in celeb posters

and talking hours on end

if I could just go back

to those easier days

my heart would be lighter

and my smile brighter

- Written in response to Writer's Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompt #754

sultry nights

sultry nights

we meet in secret

under silver stars

we share moonlight

kisses and caresses

until dawn’s arrival

in the morning sun

we unwillingly depart

to our separate lives

memories of you

keeps my heart warm

until the next meeting

- Written for Writer's Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompt #752.  Form inspired by cherita poetry form.

magic words

I waited to hear

those magic words from your lips

but they never came

time lost from all that waiting

slowly I moved on

- Written for Writer's Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompts #751

better days ahead

they say better days are ahead

but it’s hard to see the rainbow

behind the black storm clouds

so I lift my weary eyes 

toward the sky hoping

this saying is not just a myth

- Written for Writer's Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompt #745

I'm in search of ...

I’m in search of 

a new car to replace 

my old one in which the list 

of fixes keeping growing

I’m in search of 

my traveling muse 

that went AWOL when

face masks and quarantines 

became in vogue

I’m in search of

ways to embrace aging

to love this changing body 

instead of fighting 

against the inevitable

- Written for Writer's Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompt #742

changing directions

it was the writing on the wall

that finally pierced harden heads

and stony hearts 

so we changed directions 

in our nautical sails 

to find calmer seas

- Written for Writer's Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompt #740

spring's arrival

spring arrives with a sigh

winter’s shadows still linger on tree limbs

the sun’s kisses hold promises

- Written for Writer's Digest Poetry Prompt #735 .  Also sharing with dVerse Open Link Night

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

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