tell about this...

what is this magic

you speak of?

these butterflies

that you feel inside

how do stars dance

in the night sky?

tell me about dreams

turning into realities

or about the salve

that heal broken hearts

tell me about this thing

you call love

- Written for dVerse Quadrille#100-Abraccadabra! Where's My Magic Wand?

while lounging on a spring afternoon

I watch the blue sky

lying beneath sun

I listen to the moon

whispering to stars

I taste rain drops

falling from clouds

the perfume of roses

tickle my nose

the warmth of your skin

brushes against mine

wish we could stay here

for all eternity

let the world’s chaos

pass into shadows

circle

round and round

a circle we go

in a dance

waiting to see

who will make

the first move

maybe we should

stop this game

of merry-go-round

before we both

get lost in circles

and miss our call

- Inspired by WD Poetic Aside Poetry Prompt #519

shaken, not stirred

he likes his martinis

shaken not stirred

epitome of cool

he had me before

even saying hello

for fun we teleport

across blue skies to 

exotic places from sandy

beaches to metropolises

it was just a fantasy

but an ordinary girl

can still dream

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #99-Poems Stirred, Not Shaken, my ode to the debonair character known as James Bond.  This is also my 500th post for this blog.  I never thought I get here when I started this poetry blog back in 2016.   Yet here I am. Thanks to all who have read and commented on my posts throughout the months and years.  I thank you all for your continued support.

when the candle burned out

he came to me

in kindness

wanting to ignite

the candle

that went out

I look towards

my palms

searching for

answers to

this request

I turn towards

the rising sun

walking away

from flames

burnt out

porcelain heart

a porcelain heart

sacred as a brilliant star

breakable as glass

believe

peel away my layers

to reveal my beating core

kiss my lips making

me feel alive once more

take my hand leading me out

of darkness into rising suns

let us linger among stars

dreaming about how things

could be if we only believe

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #98 - Peelings, Nothing More...