Good Morning Magic

Posted on May 2, 2022May 2, 2022 by Dawn Renee Miller

Her eyes fluttered open, only to see him there, on his side, watching her sleep. She let her eyes drift back to closed, not wanting to break the magic he was casting over her. She knew that she was now his, and that he could choose to take it away just as he had given it to her.

She heard his breath as he looked her over. Her brown curled hair hung haphazardly against her cheek. The sheet softly wrapped around her midsection, while her tanned legs stuck out seeking the coolness of the room.

She felt his hand brush her cheek and move the stray curl away. His magic needed to see her whole face. Her heart fluttered as she wondered what he might be thinking as he watched his prize asleep on her side.

He didn’t want to wake her, so he withheld caressing her for a few more moments. She nuzzled into the pillow, looking peaceful. Whatever evilness she possessed from the night before had dissipated while she slept. All that remained was the angel he longed to hold close.

She could hear his breath, soft but wanting. His eyes intently staring at her, imploring her to finally wake from her slumber. His magic had been applied; she knew he was done by his breath. Finally, her eyes opened and looked up at his smile.

She paused, wanting this moment emblazoned into her soul where it would always remain. Finally, sleepily, her eyes locked with his. She smiled at him and whispered, “Good morning.”

NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

No Mo NaPoWriMo

Posted on May 1, 2022May 1, 2022 by Dawn Renee Miller

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

NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

Washed Clean

Posted on April 30, 2022 by Dawn Renee 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

NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

Slaying Dragons

Posted on April 30, 2022April 29, 2022 by Dawn Renee Miller

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.

NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing