Do you remember laying there,
Staring up at the stars,
Looking into infinity?
It was a moment of neverending dreams,
Feeling each other’s warmth
as the heat of the day faded away.
Cuddling close, understanding,
Nothing remains the same,
But hoping to stay in that moment forever,
Because at that moment, life was perfect.
Let’s do that again someday.
Biting my tongue which lightly touches my lips,
I sit, concentrating, paintbrush in hand.
My faces skews up to almost a scowl,
really, it isn’t pretty to see.
The strokes do not come easy,
uncertainty clouds my mind, shakes my fingers.
I don’t know why I get this way,
I look around at the other pottery painters,
they laugh, talking with their friends.
For me however, I need tunnel vision,
I need to focus on what I do.
Art, this art, makes me walk away from my work,
makes me look elsewhere, but it is hard.
I see my perfectionist trying to come out.
Don’t color outside the lines!
Did I get the right paints?
Will this turn out good enough to give?
Straighten up that painted edge,
careful, careful, CAREFUL!
I know, if I’d just relax, let go a little,
it will turn out better than how I’m doing now.
I put the piece down, then rinse the brush.
I pause, and I breathe. I relax my face,
unclench my jaw and realize I’ve bit my tongue.
I accept where I am, and move on.
The piece was really done, do any more
and I’ll really mess it up. STOP.
Flickering candle, light the way,
reveal to me what to say,
So many emotions wrapped up in your flame,
Happiness, joy, sorrow and shame.
In time I know your illumination shows,
Forgiveness may come as the light glows,
Forgetting his influence? It will never fade.
Yet through this darkness I still wade.
Some days are hard and that’s when I need him most.
But his life didn’t move forward, called to be a ghost.
I don’t know if there really is a heaven or hell,
but I toil and carry on doing my best as well.
Now, the crackling of the fire brings me back.
I must attend to chores and have life to attack.
A constellation landed on my ankles
this weekend under the stars.
An evening walk to the spring’s shore.
A beautiful night filled with a brilliant show,
Twinkling lights and satellites abound,
Even a few shooting stars to astound.
But as I crawled back into the tent,
The sensation started to set in,
Itching and scratching soon followed,
and now days later, the marks remain.
What should I call them I wonder,
what would they be if I connected the dots?
A horse running across the field,
and mountains on the other side,
Maybe just figments of my imagination
running away with me until
my ankles have time to heal.
Those darn mosquitoes!
I linger longer,
longer than I should,
When memories are triggered
by the little things.
A smiley at the end of an exchange,
Reminds me of your real grin.
An inside play on words,
I smile from ear to ear
When it comes up
after all these years.
An old photo
from a trip out west,
A vacation I rank up there
with the best.
A click of the shutter
when I look through the lens,
Even that takes me back
to times back when.
Other thoughts and memories
come to mind,
Some make me blush
and even fantasize,
But many are precious,
innocent and sweet.
The day he asked
For me to be his mom,
That’s when I knew,
I hoped, it would
Always be you.
I wonder what it is like to be physically beautiful.
Perfect eyes, perfect hair, perfect body.
Adored by men and envied by women.
Flawless smile and white teeth.
Porcelain skin, perky and pleasant to see.
That right there would never be me.
My dark brown eyes, lost in commonality,
Thick in the waist and round,
Fighting off but losing to every pound,
Mousy brown hair which never behaves.
I even cried about it on my wedding day.
But now I smile through the doubt
And push aside the self-criticism;
Telling myself beauty is not just skin deep;
I keep working on it day by day,
Making up for what lacks in other ways,
Showing kindness as much as I can,
Hoping to teach and let others shine,
Giving love freely, and controlling judgments.
Looking past my shortcomings
and accepting what is;
Because that is where true beauty lives.
Monster, monster, come out to play,
We want to see you on Halloween day.
You love to scare and to fright
Every dark and ominous night.
Come out and give us your evil stare,
Your glowing eyes show you don’t care,
Open your mouth, open it wide,
What do we see? No teeth inside!
So we don’t worry, not one bit.
Because your goofy smile is such a hit!
Inspired by Lady Jabberwocky’s prompt:
https://ladyjabberwocky.com/2021/10/11/prompt-of-the-week-monsters-under-the-bed/
Sandy bottom and crystal clear
Never seen fresh water so beautiful.
Pale greens, aqua, to a brilliant light blue,
Amazing as I swim across,
Looking down, how far is the base,
It looks so close, but just out of reach,
Grasses flutter in the flow,
Fresh water fish swim to and fro.
Chilly at only seventy-two,
But refreshing through and through.
A gentle rain moves through,
Waking me from my slumber.
Sunrise is still hours away,
But I breath softly, listening to the beat.
Dawn finally breaks,
and the sounds change.
The hoot of an owl bids the night goodbye,
While the screech of the hawk greets the morn.
The stars recede as the night gives way,
And the skies are now clear and blue.
Sweet dreams my nocturnal friends,
As daylight beckons us to start our day.
The chirp of the squirrels come from above
As they pelt us with nut shells and twigs.
They are planning their attack,
And we must anticipate their every move.
The eggs ended up with a chunk of shell,
Now we must plan a counter offensive.
Cover the food as we cook it on the grill,
Don hats and glasses to deflect their attacks.
From our squirrel friends we hope for peace
So we might find a little quiet in the forest.
Dawn Renee Writes 