Let me slide on some thigh high knit socks,
Curl up on the sofa in an over sized sweater
And serve me a cup of warm cream tea.
Kiss my forehead before you lay down,
Then rest your weary head on my lap.
Share your secrets with me, tell me all,
And watch how much in love I fall.
“I really don’t have time. I really must hurry.”
He looked back as he ran for the train.
She stood there, her face covered with worry,
As her lips quivered and eyes started to rain.
“My love, I will always will be right here,”
And she laid her hand over her heart.
“My feelings will not fade, do not fear,”
God, how she knew this would smart.
To his soul she will always be bound.
One day life must circle its way around.
Skirting the truth, we all do it. Most of the time with good intentions.
But I’m still amazed when a full-grown adult tells absolute lies.
Well, not really anymore; we’re growing tolerant and stopping questions,
Perhaps out of sheer exhaustion or not wanting to deal with the cries.
But let’s get real. Proof is proof. Seeing is believing.
Adults shouldn’t need to babysit grown-up adults either.
Dancing around the truth and shifting blame is tiring.
Why are people surprised when privileges go to the ether?
If you abuse it, you lose it. Sometimes it can be even worse;
you only have yourself to blame, that will be your curse.
Twinkling sounds dance from wind chimes
As the sky’s breath moves them to and fro.
The sounds remind me of olden times
When grandparents live and gardens grow.
Birds sing songs full of rhymes,
And scent fills the air of berries and tomato.
The world, simple yet spanning lifetimes,
The daffodils and tulips bloom just so.
The mountains await for our climbs,
And my mind and heart so long to go.
The babbling of the spa waterfall lulls me
While the flames of the nearby fire dance
These things put me into a trance.
My mind here is free to wander,
But stays clear of thoughts that hurt,
As if it know it too needs a break.
Here I can feel my stresses melt away.
The crescent moon flies overhead
As the sun bids adieu to the day.
Tonight I will sleep alone in a king bed
Lined with linens and quilts for warmth
And drift off to dream wondrous dreams,
Before next week’s drama starts anew.
The month of April has come to a close. I’ve enjoyed sharing my poetry this past month, and I hope you all have enjoyed reading it.
Thank you for all of your likes. I hope something of mine found it’s way to your heart or your mind, or maybe even made you chuckle.
Keep writing and reading and all those creative juices flowing.
~D. R. Miller
The heavens spill forth across the land,
The lake’s glass surface ruptures in turmoil
As the sky moans and strikes out in pain.
Loud and disturbing, but calming as well,
For it washes clean the pollen and grunge
And renews the grass and flowers alike.
Slowly the storm recedes, the sky returns blue
And winged creatures take flight once more.
April 30, 2022 – DRM
Neither willing to give up, but neither willing to change,
obligations and commitments to meet, isn’t it strange?
Cycles come and they go, returning again and again.
Perhaps one day their worlds will align, if so, when?
So, they start to distance themselves, and turn away,
to face the dragons they each must train or slay.
Bury their heads in work and pursue other goals,
filling their days and life while ignoring their souls.
One day this loop will come to its final end.
But will hearts break or celebrate, my friend?
April 30, 2022 – DRM
Not the tone I want to close out #NaPoMoWri, but this is where my mind is at the moment. Too much tv dramas while feeling under the weather, I think…saw a sad episode of The Last Kingdom last night. I hope this day shows me something light and uplifting so I might provide a bonus poem by day’s end.
Screaming into the abyss.
But not a sound escapes.
Not an echo to rebound.
A flurry of bees fly out her throat.
Their buzzing sounds take over.
Covering her ears, filled with clouds.
Heavy Fog filling her brain.
Suffocating, heaving weighted breath.
Fitful sleep, tossing and turning.
Exhaustion runs over.
When will the torture end?
April 29, 2022 – DRM
Let your touch linger on my skin longer,
Hold me in your arms, make me stronger,
Cover me with kisses from head to toe,
Carry my name on your tongue just so.
Let’s walk on powdery sands
And explore aspen stands
With our hands interlaced forever more.
April 28, 2022 – DRM
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