late summer at the pool

late summer sun

children at play

their laughter loud

their forms reflect

across blue waters

sipping cold lemonade

lounging by pools

she savors relaxation

before autumn’s arrival

with her routines

- Written for dVerse Poetics: Reflections, Reflecting

so much

we have so much to say

but cannot find the words

to express what lies 

within our hearts

so many ways to speak

but too little time 

as my eyes drift 

towards setting sun

I try to say the words 

before it’s too late

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #231

if these walls could talk

if these walls could talk

what would they say?

what songs would they sing?

what secrets would be revealed?

I remember as a teenager

lounging on my bed with

feet propped against the wall

covered in celeb posters

and talking hours on end

if I could just go back

to those easier days

my heart would be lighter

and my smile brighter

- Written in response to Writer's Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompt #754

rumpus

the elderly man sits in his lounge chair

his television showing a large

crowd of young people causing 

a rumpus in the streets

it takes him back to his young days

when he bravely marched down streets 

causing his own disturbance of the peace

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #230 - Let's kick up a rumpus

sultry nights

sultry nights

we meet in secret

under silver stars

we share moonlight

kisses and caresses

until dawn’s arrival

in the morning sun

we unwillingly depart

to our separate lives

memories of you

keeps my heart warm

until the next meeting

- Written for Writer's Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompt #752.  Form inspired by cherita poetry form.

The Goodbye

Elizabeth had read the letter at least four times, but the words remained the same.  John, the man she had grown to love, was leaving.  He wrote in fancy words that she wasn’t the problem. It was all him.   He needed to see the world and have more experiences.  Things that apparently did not include her.  

Elizabeth thought John was the one.  He was handsome, intelligent and rich.  Even her uptight family was impressed with him.  She had no idea what changed.  

With tears in her eyes, Elizaeth looked around the garden.  Suddenly the words her grandmother once spoke came to mind.  

“The future gathers in vine, bush, and tree: Persimmon, walnut, loquat, fig, and grape.”

As the sun began to set, Elizabeth brushed away her tears and exited the garden.  Just like John, she had places to go and things to experience too.

- Decided to try something different today with dVerse Prosery: Yvor's Time and the Garden

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