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
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
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
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
The tapping of the rain on the window pane
And the wind howling through the mighty oak
Teardrops stain the window’s glass
As tired eyes stare from an exhausted lass
Sleep comes as her lids finally close,
A blanket wrapped to keep her warm.
Finally sweet slumber settle in,
And her aging face wears a grin.
Drifting away from the day comes with ease
Now she may drift off to dream as she please.
April 2, 2022 – DRM
Grayness and sadness filled the skies
as she realized how she swallowed his lies.
She believed him to be someone she knew,
someone pretending to hide from view.
Was it a lost soul looking for his twin?
Was it her heart he sought to again win?
But the mask he hid behind fell away,
and the truth was clear that dreary day.
So, with a quick block she removed the hack
and now she knew she’d never look back.
April 1, 2022 – DRM
It’s that time of year to break out into song and recite poetry into the air to celebrate the renewal of the spring season!
That’s write folks…it’s time for NaPoWriMo… or national poetry writing month! For information on this month and to share your works with poets and poetesses alike, visit this site:
https://www.napowrimo.net/faq/
I will be participating again this year to flex these creative cells floating in my crazy brain and hope you enjoy the next 30 days of poetry!
Hope you join in too! Let’s hear the zany and insightful, the beautiful and the haunting! Cheers!
To see my poetry for the month, please visit the following page: https://dawnreneewrites.com/april-2022-a-month-of-poetry/
Sweet little doot -doots swimming in the sea,
Wondering where they might be.
Floating about in turquoise waters,
Just like their mothers and fathers.
Staying just off the white sandy shore,
Knowing the gulf holds much more.
They’d swim to the reef if they could
But they’re happy playing in the driftwood
Taking a quick little dive for a snack
Then surfacing to spit the water back.
Yellow and small, dotted and square,
The little Box fish swim without a care.
Inspired by an encounter I had with two little box fish at a local beach a few years ago. They swam about and tried to even nibble on my arms in the warm gulf waters. Not sure how they got there, but they were fun to watch.
Walk gently past her, trying not to disturb.
She hears the movement still and
Raises her sleepy little head.
A soft touch on her forehead
Elicits a tender little blink of her blue eyes,
Then she settles back down for more sleep.
Tiptoeing away, I look back and smile.
Sweet dreams little one.
Sweet dreams indeed.
Walk with me among the stars.
Let’s hang our hearts from the moon
For all the world to see in the light.
Hold my hand and wish on shooting stars.
And plant a sweet kiss upon my lips,
Send our stardust flying about the sky
Like fireworks on the Fourth of July.
Let’s explore the universe well into the night,
And dream away this world of ours
While wrapped in each other’s arms.
Dawn Renee Writes 