Author: Dawn Renee Miller

Lifelong writer of boring things like specs and reqs ready to spread her wings with some creativity.
poetry, writing

Happy Place

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Finding my happy place is never hard, but I just need time to get there, even if it is only in my mind. Anywhere in nature will do, the mountains, the beach, trails along a lake, a garden or some other beautiful place. Today I highlight one of my favorites, the beautiful white sand beaches on the West Coast of Florida.

The wooden bridge creaks under my sandaled feet.

Weathered and aged, I remember when it was new.

I step out of my sandals and onto the sand,

walking towards the turquoise waters.

Sea grasses and sea oats line the path of pure white,

as if it were a passageway to another world.

A gentle breeze lifts up dragonflies flying in the wind.

The air is salty on my lips, the sand is soft powder on my feet.

I dip my toes into the gently lapping waves.

It transports me to a place of calm; I finally start to breathe.

April 20, 2021~DRM~

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Sword-Bearer

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I have been drawn to daggers ever since I walked through a store in Downtown Disney, before it was Disney Springs, back in the 1990s. I own none, but I keep looking to find the perfect one some day. Until then, my Wonder Woman sword letter opener will have to do.

The cold steel hilt fits perfectly in her hand.

Its curved cross-guard forms

gracefully around her grip

as if it were made specifically for her.

The hilt holds a moonstone on the pommel,

surrounded by rubies and aquamarines.

The etchings in the grip gleem against grey steel,

swirls upon swirls, a thing of beauty, with

symbols she does not understand.

She is drawn to it all the same.

April 19, 2021 ~DRM~

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Sunny Natured

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Yellow flames fly out from her center

reaching towards the blue sky above.

Gently she sways in the warm spring winds

without a care in the world.

She dances with her friends in the field,

nourishing the bees and lady bugs alike.

She grows in the sun all the days long,

until she grows heavy with seeds,

and takes her final bow.

April 18, 2021 ~DRM~

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Beach Mornings

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I believe the best time to walk the beach is when a sliver of the moon shines brightly. The stars are twinkling remnants of the evening. The waves are crashing on the shore, blowing you a kiss and bringing peace you can only find from within.

Dawn breaks and the sky turns into pinks, blue and purple. The waves magically calm down, the rhythm slows as the sun approaches. Slowly one begins to see the shells scattered along the shore brought in overnight by the tide.

Birds dance along the waters edge looking for their breakfast.

The cafés scattered along the beach turn on their lights waiting for patrons.

Early-morning walkers stroll along the sand gathering their thoughts for the day. One must wonder if they do this every day or if they are on a break from their lives.

The breeze is cool as it hits my face. The sky is getting lighter. Along the shore are shells so beautiful waiting to be taken home by the next person walking by. The day begins.

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Survival of the Keen

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Streaking light illuminates the night, revealing clouds in the sky.

The world tilts sideways and the stars spin above.

The ground shakes, water sloshes in my cup.

Uneasiness underfoot as the earth

gives way, swallowing me up.

Landing in a cavern filling with mud

in the distance, another thud.

Clawing our way out from the muck,

the sky above collapses, the cavern goes dark.

The world outside ends, but we are still alive.

If only we can find each other, we might survive.

April 16, 2021~DRM~

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Mom

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Happiest of birthdays to my beloved Mom.

Her flaxen hair is now platinum,

her hazel blue eyes sometimes are grey.

She loves butterflies and flowers

and would play in her garden all day.

Her smile hides her sadness,

for she misses her true love.

He left this earth years ago,

but watches her from above.

She raised her daughter

to be strong but soft.

She’s so proud of her girl,

more often than not.

Another trip around the sun she did make.

One more candle now sits on her cake.

April 15, 2021~DRM~

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Mountain Dunes

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Neverending dunes of cocoa colored sand stretches on.

Snow capped mountains peek from behind.

The blazing sun pours down, distorting the distance.

Her grassy green silks float in the hot winds.

She reaches to the sky for just a single drink.

Drowning in heat, and no water to have,

she succumbs and withers to ashen gray.

April 14, 2021 ~DRM~

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Dusty Roads – Working Title – Part Two

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Charlie and Sharon began to lock up the pub for the night. It was a good night for the pub, busy and profitable. Charlie and Sharon toasted to the success and then turned their attentions to reset for the next day.

Sharon worked the floor, cleaning the tables off, turning over the chairs and sweeping the floor. Charlie loved to watch Sharon as she sashayed back and forth with the broom. She had a hidden elegance about her as she danced across the floor while she swept.

Charlie rested his chin on his hand, taking a break from cleaning up behind the bar. Most of the work was done; bottles stowed, glasses cleaned and put away, and the till counted and ready for the safe.

Sharon noticed how quiet it was and turned around. She smiled when she saw his focus on her. Charlie was still sweet on her after all these years. She loved to tease him in these quiet moments. She let the broom slip from her hands, then bent over, flashing him with her cleavage as she retrieved it.

A sly curl of a smile came across his face, his cheeks reddened a bit, then he looked down and started wiping the countertop, hoping she wouldn’t catch him taking a peak. They’ve played this game for years. She looked up before standing back upright and giggled. His face was too cute when he tried to not get caught. He looked back up, the smile still on his face. His light eyes twinkled with humor and lust all at the same time.

“Charlie! What are you looking at?” Sharon joked with him, shifting her hips as she rested her free hand on her waist.

He fumbled with the rag in his hand and chuckled her way. His face suddenly looked 20 years younger as he tilted it sideways and ran his free hand through his hair. That’s the look she fell in love with. Sharon set the broom aside and walked behind the bar, taking Charlie by the hand and leading him upstairs to their one bedroom loft above the bar.

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