the stars burn

cries and tears fill the air
carried across continents
the stars burn as midnight
spreads her cloak again

- Written for Twiglet #240 - the stars burn

she stands

she stands under the sun
watching blue waves
crashing against rocks
ocean breeze tickles
her nostrils as seagulls
hawk above her head
 
she lets her mind wander
across those waves
searching for signs
on which way to go
at sunset she receives
the answer

- Written for dVerse Monday Quadrille #133 - Stand

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