three poems

 I.

“if I give you my heart”

if I give you my heart

will you cherish it for eternity

or toss it aside like junk

that will soon have no use

II.

“storm clouds”

when the storm clouds gather

my lonesome eyes turn to you

my serenity among the darkness

that now surrounds us all

III.

“among the flowers”

among the fields of flowers

I find my peace within

clear blue sky comforts me

and no longer am I afraid

- These poems were inspired by images posted for dVerse Poetics: Monopoly with a Twist

from grief to healing

the warm sun

does nothing to ease

painful grief

gripping heart

in time my brokenness mends

to find light again

- Inspired by dVerse Poetics: Picking up the Pieces

sevenling: spring blossoms

Photo by Brett Sayles

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we lounge under cherry trees

in blossoming hues of white, 

light pink and reddish pink

we listen to sounds of spring – 

chirping birds, children laughing,

the ice cream truck’s jingle 

if only this season would last forever

- This poem was inspired by dVerse Haibun MOnday: first (cherry) blossoms.  I wrote my poem as sevenling rather than a haibun poem.  

just the two of them

among the skyscrapers

that appear to touch clouds

the animated billboards and 

nearby Broadway theaters

where people act out dreams

he holds her hand and 

suddenly all noises cease

and it just the two of them

gazing into each other’s eyes

oblivious to the horde

of people walking by

- Inspired by dVerse prompt Poetics: City Love, though I did not follow the prompt completely.  

signs

in search for a sign
she gazes upon the sky
studying the stars

even in daylight
she questions blooming roses
which path she should take

watching the sun set
she whispers a prayer that is
answered at sunrise

- Inspired by dVerse Poetics - Semiotics: Reading the Signs

moving away

the moving van sits before
the house as people carrying
many boxes under a summer sun

from my front step I watch you
pick up your life to start anew
someplace else

I pretend it doesn’t hurt but
my heart still breaks in pieces

on the edge

we stand upon the edge
overlooking paradise green
and cerulean skies
 
one wrong step and
we all fall down into abyss
 
yet we stand here willing
to take the risk

- Inspired by dVerse Poetics: Edges and Fringes

in this garden

in this garden
where roses bloom
I await you

in an embrace
we share words
hidden too long

under silver stars
we hold hands
until morning light

- A tiny poem inspired by last week's dVerse Quadrille: How Does Your Garden Grow?

sun moon stars

sun kisses our skin

as trees sway in the spring breeze

the flowers approve

I sing to the moon

lullaby under night sky

luring her to sleep

as twinkling stars dance

dark eyes pull me into dreams

time ceases to move

I am

I am 

the daffodil

dancing in the breeze

I am

the rain drops

falling from clouds

on gloomy afternoons

I am

the caramel syrup

with whipped cream

topping your iced coffee

giving it its sweet taste

I am

the blue dress

hanging in the closet

waiting for the day

to be picked and 

worn out once again

I am 

the woman looking 

in the rearview mirror

at the young couple

behind her in a loving 

embrace wondering 

her own what-ifs

- Inspired by dVerse MTB: I am, The First Person Narrative 

Although this poem does not necessarily meet the prompt's requirements,  this piece was inspired by the "I am" phrase.

oxygen

I rose from ashes

taking my first breath

air filling my lungs

opening my eyes

to a brand new light

- Inspired by dVerse Poetic's Let's get elemental

in solitude

in solitude

I lower my barriers

and let my hair down

sing songs off key 

and dance madly

since no one is watching

in solitude

I lie in my bed until

brunch time on Sundays

enjoying its warmth

the only day in the week

I have such luxury

in solitude

I think about you

my soulmate, whose face

continues to change in my dreams

I have yet to meet you and

wonder if you are even real

perhaps you are –

in my solitude

- Inspired by dVerse Haibun Monday: Solitude though this is freestyle poem and not a haibun.

like the seasons

I waited for you

to arrive like Spring

after Winter has

released its grip

but like the seasons

you never stay long

enough to take root

transitioning in circles

every time you leave

a part of me dies

I’m not sure whether

there will be anything

left the next time

you’re always changing

like the seasons

and by now I should

know the routine

down to the decimal

yet every spring

I fall in love

every summer I

get lost in your eyes

every autumn you

tell me goodbye

and every winter

I cry tears over you