Soft blossoms float down,
Fragrance hangs lightly in the air
The lawn littered with spent blooms
in colors of pink, yellow and white
The beauty is fleeting,
Enjoy it while it lasts.
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Teal and Red
Blossoms tumble from above
Falling on bare shoulders below
Brown hair tucked up at her nape,
Fingertips float across her silk skirt,
A vibrant teal and red sash trails behind.
It should clash, but instead there is harmony.
He awaits her arrival anxiously,
But knows their future lies ahead.
Hearts full and eyes wide open.
Over It All
Dark circles surround heavy eyes
Energy drained and the world swirls
Nothing stands still, nothing feels right.
All that is needed is grounding.
The rug pulled out, footing lost,
Stumbling over every obstacle,
Exhausted from the quaking world
Failing at every turn,
and no, it doesn’t mean first attempt in learning…
Shifting goal posts, unstated expectations,
Boundaries crossed, it’s all getting old.
Find patience, show me grace.
Tears fall, uncontrollably. Over it all.
Trying
Trying to find a different way,
Thought I might get lost in clay
Smashing through the grog
Relieving my stress backlog.
However, anxiety still exists
It’s one of those dastardly beasts.
So now I’m here, scrawling about,
My mind continues to run with doubt.
Work, and home, nothing’s great.
Will this always be my fate?
Simple
Wishing for a simpler life,
A life with time to finish tasks
Without rushing off to tackle the next
Time to watch the sun rise
Time to watch the sun set
No more burning of the midnight oil.
Sleeping in and cuddling
with my love and my pets.
Time to water the plants,
and watch them grow,
Then harvesting fruits of my labor
Instead of pouring through this drivel,
Fixing mistakes and redirecting
Wondering why documents are gone
And knowledge is lost or simply not there;
Too much overload and stress
With no goal in sight;
Ready, I’m ready for a simpler life.
Opals Afire
A disturbance call brought Alex to the scene in the outskirts of Chicago. It had been raining all day, and typically these calls were rare in this type of weather. She arrived on scene to a deserted road and nothing much else. She looked out of the car and saw something out of place.
A lone scarf fluttered from a tree branch, ensnared as it’s wearer disappeared into the night. The pavement was wet and the lights along the path flickered as the storm raged on.
Alex tightened the belt of her coat and pulled the collar closer as she inspected the fine cashmere cloth. A small label revealed its maker and its origin…Dubai, UAE.
She pulled the scarf away, admiring its beauty. The finely woven pattern in light and royal blue hinted at the owners taste. But, who was she, and why would such a fine piece be left behind? A mystery awaits its unraveling.
The blue and red light flashed behind her, and reflected against the marble wall, lighting up the sidewalk in pulses. Each time the pulse would pass, something in the grass, beside the wall, would catch her eye.
Alex walked over, tracking the source to a small patch by a blooming camellia. She bent down to inspect it further. Among the blades of green, she saw the flash again, and picked up the shining object with her gloved hand.
From it dangled a white gold link bracelet with three opals. The design appeared to be middle eastern. It may be from the same person who lost their scarf.
She looked over the camellia bush and saw flowers littering the grassy area and some broken branches. Something definitely happened here, but what?
She flashed her light through the park, but found no one. Finally, she decided there wasn’t much more to do at the scene. She turned with the item in hand, and proceeded back to her car.
She would need to find out more in the lab.
It’s…
It’s that glow that cannot be hidden,
It’s a dead give away.
It’s a smile that cannot stop,
And the feeling of walking on air.
But it isn’t all lofty and dreamy,
It’s also honest and naked.
It’s accepting the bad and the ugly,
Seeing it, accepting it, loving it even.
It’s getting in each other’s faces
Then bursting into laughter together.
It’s understanding our pasts and
Learning how to care for each other;
Giving space when it’s needed,
But also pulling closer and not letting go.
But even with all this, it is still
That unexplainable draw to each other
Through time, through decisions,
Divergent paths which come back together.
It’s real.
Boot Free
“Shit!”
The tiny cupie-haired child jumped in a circle.
“Shit! Shit! Shit!”
Her father’s work boots pounded with each jump.
“Shiiiiiit!!!”
Her face turned red speckled with white spots.
Big brown eyes started to tear.
Her lower lip started to quiver.
Her little fists strained in frustration.
Her mother, astonished, looked at her cherub.
Should she punish her for saying that word?
No, she just smiled…
astonished she knew how to use it properly.
Just like her mom. That’s her girl.
She picked up her child, freeing her feet.
Wiped away the tears and kissed her head.
Then she set her back down, now boot free.
The little girl let out a giggling laugh
Then ran into the living room,
plopping down on her diapered butt.
Ready to play once more.
Winter in FLA
A crisp day befalls our little corner of the world,
Out come the sweaters and scarves,
Some even don light winter coats.
We know we look silly to all those tourists,
The ones wearing shorts and flip flops
Amazed at such a beautiful winter’s day.
I enjoy these days, my northern blood agrees,
A light sweater however I still need ,
After years of being surrounded by palm trees.
Stay warm Florida!
Raw
Yes, I get angry, and I hurt.
I scream, I sulk, I slam things.
I cry.
I pour on the super sweet,
I am trying to keep the peace.
I work hard to let things go.
I retreat into my own world.
The de facto stance of me.
I woke him up this morning,
Not even upset with him,
Just tired of the same ol’ shit.
Dishes piled, left for two days.
He knows to rinse out the damn cups.
But it really wasn’t toward him.
I don’t know why things bother me.
I smile through the moment,
And then, in my solitude, I vent.
Dropping the glass jars into the trash,
Because this hellhole doesn’t recycle,
Rescuing the wood cutting board
Left soaking in water, slamming it down.
I could never hurt a fly,
But there are times my tongue is razor sharp.
After all, no one is perfect.
I try to keep it to just me,
Only those closest see through,
The fake smile, the anxiety,
to the real me.
Dawn Renee Writes 