feeling like Sundays

I wish everyday felt like Sunday
that lazy, chill feeling of having
no worries or cares
 
but Sundays only come once a week
so we must cherish them fully
to get through the week

- Written in response to Twiglet #238 - feel like Sunday

streams of words

the streams of words
that flow through my mind
usually never reach my lips
I sit wanting to tell you
all that lies inside my head
then I leave with unspoken words
one day my nerves will harden
and I will say them aloud

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #132: Stream

the last word

I only hope 
the last word
I speak is filled
with love
and not regret

- Written for Twiglet#236 - the last word

juke joint dreams

nearby kids saw the old man
sitting on his porch, his eyes
focus on something far off
they thought the man was
in a stupor, but he was lost
in a daydream of his youthful
days in juke joints playing
and dancing nights way

- Written for dVerse Quadrille 131

braids

she sat on a carpeted floor
as her mother’s hands
created art in braids
 
little girl glows in summer
sun with flowing braids
dancing in the breeze

perfectionist

she tried to keep her appearance
flawless and smooth like a shiny
new Ferrari, but something
would always wrinkle her lines
like fingerprints left behind
on clean windows, she could
never achieve perfection

- Written for Twiglets #233 - like fingerprints

shadows vanish

I look over my shoulder
trying to find that eerie sound
all I see is shadows vanishing
into the blackness of night

- Written for Twiglet#232 - shadows vanish