The weather deceived on Florida,
It should be a crisp winter day.
Instead the sun beat down relentlessly,
With only passing clouds providing relief.
The wind picked up as the skies darkened,
But the threat of rain did not come to pass.
The humidity gathered and smothered instead
While Mother Nature had her last laugh.
Four little eyes looked up at her begging for treats.
She bent down, “Here you go my sweets!”
They met her with purrs and head punchies
Before snacking away on their munchies.
Then a playful fight and they ran away,
Ready to curl up and dream the night away.
Yep, bad cat poetry…that’s where I am tonight. Enjoy!
A world beyond this, I visit in my dreams;
The fantastic, the amazing, the terrifying…
All these worlds await me in my dreams.
I’ve lived in London, walking down cobbled roads,
Watching chaos and riots, thankfully only in my dreams;
Met him at a pub in Edinburgh, finally,
Saying good bye to a lost future, in my dreams.
Frozen, paralyzed in my bed, time and again,
Unable to scream for help, in my dreams.
Toiling, never-ending problems, ugh!, the worst
I never feel rested when it’s work in my dreams.
But then there are flights of fancy, giggling
Some really good things, too, in my dreams.
My favorite is waking up next to you,
Smiling at me with loving eyes in my dreams.
Who know, maybe dreams can come true?
Until then, I guess I’ll have to see you in my dreams.
Written from a prompt from Lady Jabberwocky: http://ladyjabberwocky.com/2023/01/16/prompt-of-the-week-dream-a-little-dream-2/
The magnificent stone facade cracked and crumbled.
Man’s constructs were no match for nature’s wrath.
Winds and waters erode the mightiest stone,
While seeds infiltrate cement slabs and grow.
The forests take over where homes once stood;
The tides wash away structures along the shore.
Still we build, we must to survive. But, at what cost?
Will nature continue to overpower us,
Or can we find a way to work with nature,
Save each other for our mutual benefit?
Frantic, wanting to run, to escape, but frozen.
Eyes move rapidly, looking for a way out,
But there is no way without movement.
No restraints are holding her back,
She’s free to go, but the bonds are invisible.
Unable to depart from this place called home.
The ghost of love haunts her, so she stays.
She would be lonely any other place than here,
Despite its aging foundation and walls,
Maintained but oh so familiar for her.
So many signals to find something else,
From him saying it is okay to move on,
But still she stays…likely to her dying day.
The shelves and racks overflow with gifts galore,
but the search for that one special toy alludes.
Clothes and shoes, and even more abound,
but that pink top cannot be found.
How is it we have so much stuff,
but what we have isn’t what we want?
It’s all the leftover unwanted things
from which we must choose.
Maybe a shopper’s delight, digging the piles,
but for me and my mate, it makes us tired.
Finally, that one toy magically appears,
and that little shirt peeks out at last.
Christmas gifts for little ones done.
I hope it makes their wishes come true.
A gentle wind blows across the lake, making the windchime dance.
A melodious sound fills the air with each strike of the clapper.
A breath in, a breath out, a few moments to find calm.
The wind stops its breath, and the chimes soon still.
But the birds return, flit among the branches and share their trills.
Finding time to enjoy the peace is hard these days,
But it’s always there, waiting for us to practice the pause.
Archway to archway,
moss covering the path.
Fragrant flowers line the walls
In gentle pastels on vibrant green.
Her fingers dance among the blooms,
Each touch releases aromas divine.
Sun streams through from above,
And butterflies dance in the light.
The path opens to a wide stream
And a gentle waterfall breaks the quiet.
He stands there by the water,
His back turned to hers.
She feels as if she is floating as she nears.
Is this just another dream? She fears.
He turns and reveals, it truly is his face.
She smiles and then, softly awakes.
Away I escape into the sun,
Seeking out happiness and fun.
Never mind the sprinkles, I like the rain,
Under a beach blanket, I’m truly insane.
Toes dig in to powdery soft sand,
And a tropical drink in my hand.
All of this would be full bliss,
If only it were topped off with your kiss.
It’s still in the eighties, autumn come soon.
I want to pull out cozy sweaters
And lace up my Merrill boots.
We don’t get the piles of leaves here,
But I hope soon for a slight chill in the air.
Time to bake and cook fall favs,
Cinnamon and nutmeg and cloves too,
Vanilla, apples, and maybe pumpkin for you.
Days grow shorter and nights grow longer.
It even means time to get out for walks,
Finally the heat will break away and
Sweat no longer soaks through.
Autumn, Autumn, please come soon!
Dawn Renee Writes 