NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

Finding Joy

A sweet little fairy drifts along the flowers,

Enjoying the lilies blooming by the lake.

Her doe eyes flutter as she watches birds.

A smile so wide no one could fake.

Streams of light catch in her wings

As she takes flight with the butterflies

She can’t help but start to sing

The deer looks up, pauses and sighs.

Her song just shows so much glee,

But, see, our little sprite is way off key!

April 25, 2022 – DRM

NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

Impish

A little imp frolicked in the forest,

Playing in the babbling stream,

bouncing across the rocky shore,

Not a care in the world on his shoulders.

He flirted with the butterflies,

Batting his big but not bashful eyes,

And danced in the streams of light.

Dance precious little imp, dance,

And enjoy your life ever more.

NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

Not Just a Dad

She almost grown now, more adult than child;

I remember you were nervous before she arrived;

But I knew you would be a good dad

Long before she came into your life.

Look at her now, how she has grown.

Sure, she may be a little awkward at times,

But honestly, what teenager isn’t?

So keep on guiding her, and loving her,

And watching her grow into a young lady,

Knowing you’re doing all you can

And that others know you to be

A great father and a good man.

NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

Respite

Eyes on fire, burning and red,

is it allergy season again?

Or too much screen time,

Work continuing, never ending?

She longs for an overdue escape

Somewhere outdoors, disconnected,

Mountains, lake, or beach, anywhere

Anywhere fresh air can bring relief.

Hopefully a respite arrives soon,

Or she shall go mad in this endless cycle.

April 22, 2022 – DRM

NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

Yours

Look at me with your probing eyes,

Though I might not be much to look at.

Gently caress my shoulders,

Show me that I am desired,

That I am worth something to you.

Make me tremble with your touch.

Hear my heart, beating through my chest,

Read my face and know my every want.

Exhale softly revealing your needs

Then pull me in, closer than ever before,

Make me know I am forever yours.

April 21, 2022 – DRM

NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

The Lady and Her Earl

The lady and her Earl, sitting side by side

In a manicured garden with nothing to hide

Surrounded by lavender and citrus high

Along with just a hint of vanilla so shy.

The skies a brilliant blue with no clouds above,

And distant chirps of birds and coos of a dove.

Never had they felt something so true…

When upon the wind they heard I Love You

April 20, 2022 – DRM

NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

Morris Island Lighthouse

Tall and thin, reaching to the sky,

How does that monster stand?

Winds whipping around,

But it is sturdier than the fiercest storms.

Waves crashing upon its base,

The sea surrounds its very foundation

Threatening to topple it with each wave.

Defying nature’s force, it continues to resist,

And shines its light to lead sailors to shore.

April 19, 2022 – DRM

NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

Folly in the Meadow

She runs across the open field

Free from all that once hindered

Light as a feather, she almost floats

In waves of tall grass and flowers

Butterflies and other winged creatures

Float around her adorned head

A ring of wildflowers is her crown

She looks back behind her and sees

The smile she has long adored,

His laughter fills the air as he watches

Soon he takes off, chasing her down,

As he nears he grabs her waist

Lovingly and strong, he turns her around

Her face blushes from sun and the moment

As they spin together in each other’s arms.

Then one trips and down they go,

Giggling at their folly in the meadow

They find each other once more

And seal their lives together with a kiss.

April 18, 2022 – DRM

NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

No Peace Yet

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.

NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

Warm Spring

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.