I want out

I really want out

but where will I go?

I don’t own a fortune

many responsibilities

calling out my name

but it does not stop

my mind from wandering

off to fantasy islands

where everything is warm

nothing weighing me down

- Written for WD Wednesday Poetry Prompt #799

once in a lifetime

once in a lifetime,

or perhaps twice,

you will see a face

that will stop you

in your tracks

your heart will flutter

drawing up a symphony 

of daydreams filled 

with a perfect love

until your mind brings

you back from the clouds,

and see that fleeting star 

a bit more clearly

- Written for dVerse Poetics: Once in a Lifetime

painted lady cafe

inside the Painted Lady Café

we sip coffee while a man nearby

devours a stack of pancakes

outside the sky is a Miami blue

on this August late morning

before we continue our journey

we leave a tip for the waitress

on the green marble table

to enjoy these last summer days

 

- Written for dVerse Poetics: But no, a butterfly

I used the butterfly names: painted lady, miami blue and green marble.

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 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

let them

let them say what they want to say

let them believe their words hold power

let them build pretty boxes to sort us

let them try to rule the moon and stars

let them think they have the last laugh

let me speak the words inside my heart

let me follow the road less taken

let me break free from those pretty boxes

let me chase after the moon and stars

let me write the ending to my own story

-Written for dVerse Poetics: "Let Them" Write Poetry

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

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

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

purple sky

Photo by Jack B on Unsplash

the last sunset of this journey

turned the sky a purple haze

that mesmerized our eyes

in this last moment we hold hands

imprinting this image into memory

before we return to our ordinary lives

late summer at the pool

late summer sun

children at play

their laughter loud

their forms reflect

across blue waters

sipping cold lemonade

lounging by pools

she savors relaxation

before autumn’s arrival

with her routines

- Written for dVerse Poetics: Reflections, Reflecting

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

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

estrenar

the old clothes and shoes

she peeled off and put on 

her new spring dress to

match her glowing face

when they saw her as 

she estrenar down the street

they were enamored by

her mesmerizing perfume

she simply smiled as she

collected their compliments

into her heavy purse

- Written for dVerse Poetics: I Have No Word in English For.  I chose the word "estrenar" which in Spanish means to premiere, or to wear or use for the very first time.  

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

be my light

will you be my light

when darkness falls

will you take my hand

lead me through shadows

dark storm clouds gather

ice covering our hearts

and yet your eyes tell me

everything will be alright

last night

last night

I dreamed of you

under purple sky

holding my heart

last night

I remembered tears

I shed over you

in midnight blues

last night

I forgave myself

healing my heart

that was split in two

last night

I released nightmares

and cleaved to dreams

with bright promises

- The last post for Year 2024.  Happy New Year. 

allusion

we dance around the room

saying but not saying the truth

I can see it in your dark eyes

you can hear it in my soft voice

but neither of us will speak

the true words out loud – 

it’s over, we are done

reconciliation

rift between us

wider than oceans

being the adult

extending a branch

healing deep wounds

our words inflicted

still holding hope

sunrise in distance

the "S" word

three small words

caught in throat

blocking the airway

valley between us

only grows wider

as silence lingers

in night shadows

guilt gnaws deeply

yet we still

cannot say those

magic three words

I am sorry

and the sharp

pain and scars

never fade away