Full moon high above this early morn’
As many mill about to celebrate today
But I am not here for them though torn
But peace is what I seek by the way.
However with a ding of the phone
The calm once again alludes me
And now I must turn back home
It is an endless cycle of work you see
That one day will lead me to my tomb.
Sticky and hot, the air clings to skin
Even the warm breeze brings little relief.
Thermometers creep closer to ninety,
Yet May is still a few weeks away.
Spring flowers wilt, waiting for just a drop
But rain clouds above refuse to pop
Birds no longer sing in the heat of the day.
Life slows down in the mug of the afternoon,
While we all await a beautiful sunset.
The piles grow above her head
More and more tasks and work
Furiously she works to clear them out,
One by one, only to be replaced by three more
The cycle is unending, no finish line to see
But the sun is shining and flowers in bloom
So instead she begins to plan her escape.
Tunneling through the mountain,
Finally finding a route to take.
She takes a few final steps,
addressing only the most important,
Sets on her responses to do not disturb
And makes her way out into the light.
April 15, 2022 – DRM
Streams of light pierce through
Upon a misty forested floor.
The redwoods soar up high
Touching the heavens above.
A quiet stream babbles nearby,
As small chirps jump upon branches.
Breathing the dewey morning calms
And bring a peaceful smile.
Although it is only in my dreams.
April 14, 2022 – DRM
Crisp mornings fading fast,
Springs in Florida never last.
The sun swiftly rises in the sky
Pinks change to blue up high
And the cardinal sings at full blast.
April 13, 2022 – DRM
She knew she was the butt of the joke,
Pulling back, wishing she were invisible.
Her “friends” laughed behind her back.
Her mind laughed at her, stupid girl.
So she shut down, unable to understand.
What made her such an easy mark?
She tried, probably too hard, to fit in.
Her awkward flat feet made it hard to be thin,
She hated how much her brain worked,
People unable to understand her memory.
It made her want to run and hide.
Chin up lady, show me what you’ve got,
But instead she built walls and
Grew a life that existed only in her head.
There she could be happy and free.
She could feel sadness, and write it away,
Then show her joy in the smallest of ways.
Destined to be lonely, even when surrounded
By friends and family who loved her so,
But she couldn’t see them, her mind blocked
Every good thing that happened,
Called all of it a fluke, or a conspiracy
To placate her until they wanted to
Pull the rug out from under her yet again.
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
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
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.
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
Dawn Renee Writes 