our way

this is our way to say
that we are not content
and will we stay silent
we will move mountains
through voices and ballots
we will not fall into darkness
but will bring us back to light

- Written for Poetic Aside 2020 November PAD Challenge: Day 9

when happiness stays

she was told happiness
was something fleeting –
a thing that doesn’t last for
eternity or stick like glue
so she was quite surprised
when she found it in
someone who didn’t meet
all the things on her checklist
yet unexpectedly, she fell in love

- Written for 2 prompts:  dVerse Quadrille: Happiness and Poetic Asides 2020 November PAD Challenge: Day 2 (unexpected poem)

houseguests

lingering spirits glue to these walls
they don’t like us here, in spaces
they once occupied
 
they reach out with cold hands
that go right through, raising voices
which never reach our ears
 
in the dead of night, they take over
the sofas and kitchens, attempting
to reclaim their rightful places
 
when the sun returns, they slink back
to the shadows, watching others
live out the lives they have lost

- A little something for Halloween.   dVerse Open Link Night#277

empty window box

the empty window box

told me someone once 

lived in this house

and planted budding 

flowers in the spring 

but now it sits vacant
leaves filling it's space

left behind to weather 

the seasons all alone 

Written for Twiglets #200- empty window box

magnetic

he stopped me dead in my tracks
maybe it was his charming smile
or magnetic eyes that drew me
out of my cocoon
 
but like many hot affairs
it ended all too soon
leaving me with memories that
keep me warm on lonely nights

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #114 - Poetical Magnetism

cherry red sky

cherry red sky blossoms
as the sun takes her rest
under blankets by firepits
we wait for silver stars
and the ivory moon
to sing us tunes before
sleep lures us into dreams

- Written for Twiglet #198 - cherry red sky

Photo courtesy by pexels.com

October

we stroll in the park
under October sky
leaves of red, brown
and gold blanket the
once green grass
 
we think back to days
when we jumped into
hills of crunchy leaves
those days are now
far behind us, but
we still have autumn

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #113-Blanket Us

Photo by Jill Wellington

Courtesy of pixaby.com