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. 

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

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

at holidays

at holidays

I try to remember

the good ones

outnumber bad ones

let good memories

carry my heart

not allow bad ones

to sink it like a stone

this rising

be prepared

to witness

this rising

a phoenix

that ascends

from ashes

I will soar

above this

dark chaos

eclipse

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they waited for hours

in anticipation 

moon crossing sun

day turning to night

for fleeting minutes

before daylight returns

- Inspired by Writer's Digest 2024 April PAD Challange: Day 8

wolf in sheep's clothing

he had eyes like stars 

with sweet whispers he ensnared

many hearts with lies

 

 

- Written for Twiglet #326: to be a wolf 

 

 

dimmed lights

nightfall came too quick

I wish the day didn’t fade away

beyond the dimmed lights

I count the stars in the sky

as well as the hours until

I see your face again

 

 

- Written for Twiglet #130

 

looking out the window

she looks out the window

watches children build snowmen

her neighbor pushing a snow blower

clearing out this driveway

she sips her coffee taking in

the icicles handing from the roof

she recalls her youthful days

playing in the snow, but now

all she feels is the biting cold

 

 

nightfall

Photo by Pixaby

 

 

sunset

embraces

night

stars

enchant

moon

planets

serenade

dreams

a summer day in August

under August sun 

flavored ice-crusted snow cones 

cools off our parched tongues 

we enjoy the ocean view 

until dusk whispers our names

 

 

- This poem is a combination of two prompts:  Twiglet #290: ice-crushed snow and dVerse Poetics: Sometimes August isn't recognized