NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

Midnight

The sun long gone, far away now

And the moon has slipped out of view

The darkness reveals twinkling stars

Dancing across the night sky.

Midnight falls upon the land

As the cars dwindle and return home.

A lonely train horn blows in the distance

As I finally find my way to slumber.

April 12, 2022 – DRM

NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

A New Breeze

Fluttering through shadow and light

Caught up by the softest breeze.

Landing on flowers and holding tight,

Gathering the goodness of pollen

And sipping on droplets of water

Nestled deep in petals in the shade.

Closing and opening brightly colors wings

A swallowtail of black and gold

Flitting and pulsing faster and faster

Until letting go and floating away

Upon a new breeze to flowers unknown.

April 11, 2022 – DRM

NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

What’s in a Name?

The crazy thoughts of youth.

I remember the day you said

you’d rather take my name.

I was humbled and shocked,

But I didn’t know what to say.

I wanted your name so much,

Much more than my own.

I wondered if we could,

if we should, just maybe,

come up with one of our own.

I pictured our future that very day.

While it didn’t come to pass,

And our paths went different ways,

I hope you know, I do wish we had.

NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

Aquatic Peace

Muffled sounds in the distance of motors and creatures

Echoes of sounds morphed by the waves of the sea

Warm waters surround, suspended and weightless,

Almost helpless against the pull of the current.

Releasing control to nature, watching in amazement

The reef is alive and filled with multitudes of colors

Yellow and blue, purple and greens, fish abound

Red and iridescent corals bend in the flow

Thoughts of a racing mind drift away

as attention moves to closer things,

Peace can be found in this aquatic escape.

But one thing is always there wishing

these adventures one day we may share.

April 9, 2022 – DRM

NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

Love Juxtaposed

Tender is the touch of love.

Gripping is the grasp of passion.

Hear me whisper my words of adoration.

Revel in my cheers of sheer and pure joy.

Know my soft and light side is ever so real,

Although I may show a hard exterior shell,

And darkness may shadow me at times.

Conservative, nay safe, in my own life,

Yet liberal with freedom for others.

Find my every juxtaposition intriguing,

And love me to my very core,

Or say farewell and bid me adieu.

April 8, 2022 – DRM

NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

POV

Take a look around, see anything different?

No? How about if you kneel down

Or look up above yourself?

Lay down in the grass and open your eyes

Do you see the world around you change?

Break from the screens and shut the noise?

How about now, what do you feel?

Go another direction, deep into the heart of the city.

Hear the noise, watch the rush of people,

It’s a different world here too.

Shift your view to the sadness in the East,

See the chaos and destruction and death.

Now come back to where you are.

Grateful to be where you are.

Happy to have all you have,

At peace with all you love.

Amazing what happens when you go and

Change your point of view.

April 7, 2022 – DRM

NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

Spring Forth

The freshness of spring bursts forth,

While grasses and leaves of green grow,

And buds turn into blossoming flowers.

Bees and birds take to the skies,

Filling our ears with hums and songs.

Welcoming is the renewal season,

Joy and fresh air fill our hearts and lungs.

Come now my dear and plant a gentle kiss

Upon blushing cheek touched by sun.

April 6th, 2022 – DRM

NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

Lend Me Your Ear

Shift your attentions away my dear

Even if it is only to something near

For in this life there is nothing to fear

But words like these are hard to hear.

Do not worry about the next month or year

It’s time to take care of what is right here.

For the past go ahead and shed that tear,

Then let your todays bring you cheer.

April 5, 2022 – DRM

NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

Controlled Motion

Gasping, tremors, needing air.

Stumbling to the back,

Desperate for a drink of water.

Throat is dry like the desert as

quivering hands struggle,

The clear liquid sloshes in its bottle.

Finally a gulp goes down,

As sweat drips into eyes.

But relief is not found.

Light exercise, it’s not…

This is a form of torture!

April 4, 2022 – DRM

NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

Step

Softest of petals feeling like velvet,

Freshly fallen from bloom filled trees.

Brilliant blue skies, dotted with clouds,

Gentle music floats upon the winds.

The silk and lace drapes her elegantly,

Her soft brown curls surround her face

She peers out the window and sees him,

Wearing a smile wider than the Grand Canyon.

She looked forward to this day,

Ready to step into a whole new life.

April 3, 2022 – DRM