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Meditation in the Flame

Posted on by Dawn Renee Miller

The flickering flame dimly lights the room.

It’s fireside aroma scares off the gloom.

The fire mesmerizes her mind at the end of a long day,

clearing the clutter, the voices and stress.

A quiet breath in and a gentle exhale,

releasing the tightness in her shoulders and neck.

The wick crackles as the fire burns down,

the only sound breaking the silence in the room.

Slowly she stands and walks to the candle.

With a swift blow, the flame goes out.

There is light no more. Darkness and dreams follow.

April 8, 2021 ~DRM~

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Abandoned Memories

Posted on by Dawn Renee Miller

A reflection of a place I spent playing with my cousins as a child. It has been long gone, but this is what I envision it looked like before they tore it down.

The garage stood vacant all these years.

Creaking and groaning escaped the stairs

as they climbed up to the side door.

Inside, the building was musty and damp.

Kudzu and vines grew through the cracks.

The first floor had an oil stained concrete floor

where Granddad’s old car had sat for years.

They found the staircase to the second floor.

A tread here and there missing,

forcing them to take lengthy strides to reach the top.

Wood paneled walls surrounded the second floor.

The old billiard table lost its footing, leaning haphazardly.

The joists spongy and the floor planks sagged.

It wasn’t safe to stand any more, so it had to go.

They took a final look around and said goodbyes.

Tomorrow, our playhouse would be gone.

April 7, 2021 ~DRM~

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Appalachia is Calling

Posted on by Dawn Renee Miller

In honor of my family’s birthplace.

Appalachia is calling.

Come play in my streams and hike my trails,

Explore my mountains and discover my waterfalls.

Appalachia is calling.

Listen to the music on the wind, breathe in the fresh air.

Hear the birds, smell the flowers, and see the wildlife abound.

Appalachia is calling.

Take the backroads to new adventures.

Escape your every day, in every way.

Appalachia is calling.

April 6, 2021 ~DRM~

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Music to My Ears

Posted on by Dawn Renee Miller

80s music fills the house.

Wham!, Annie Lenox, Def Leppard,

Whitney Houston, the list goes on.

Laughter floats through the halls.

Everyone is getting along.

I know things are okay.

Pour Some Sugar on Me starts to play.

While mixing up the chicken salad,

my feet start moving.

Levity and singing proceeds.

My family thinks I have lost my mind.

Not really.

They are just happy to see me smile.

April 5, 2021~DRM~

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Forward

Posted on by Dawn Renee Miller

Learning, changing, and moving forward are hard. This poem is dedicated to that struggle.

Calmness, come soothe my mind.

Peace, I beg you to return.

Chaos has run its course,

And now emptiness settles in.

Help me find the great in good,

And release the negative.

Knowing that moving forward

is all I can do should be a reward,

not a sentence to eternal sadness.

When will I learn?

April 4, 2021 ~DRM~

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Blushing Beauty

Posted on by Dawn Renee Miller

Today’s poem is dedicated to Spring and all the newness abound in this season.

Wound up tight, overlapping waves of soft pink.

Slowly she unfolds. Her petals expand and lighten.

Soon, they turn white with just a touch of blush.

A sweet fragrance fills the air as bees float nearby.

A bee lands on her and dances his way to her very core.

The petals open further, revealing her bounty.

The bee dances more and gathers as much as he can.

His legs are golden, covered in her sweetness.

At the end of his beautiful dance, he shows himself out.

She fully blossoms for all to see.

April 3, 2021~DRM~

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CPAP Mistress

Posted on by Dawn Renee Miller

It’s cold in our bed. I climb in.

The machine is already on, no closeness tonight.

I plump up my pillow before settling my head.

I shouldn’t be sad, it keeps him alive.

It also allows me to sleep without enduring sounds of sawing logs.

But it’s on already and he’s not even here.

It’s how I know. Not tonight. Not most nights.

Why can’t it wait until we have said our good nights?

He climbs into bed and delivers a quick peck,

then turns off the light and slides on the mask.

Tethered to his side, no more cuddles,

no more romance, only a hand if I’m lucky.

Most nights, it is his back.

I turn to my side, a tear runs down.

No wonder my dreams take me to other worlds.

Perhaps those worlds are the reality, and this is just a dream?

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Too Early

Posted on by Dawn Renee Miller

Remembering back to when I had an adorable husky pup who would wake me in the early mornings a couple decades ago…Dedicated to my sweet girl, Anissa.

Tea in my cup,

Come wake me up.

Don’t look at me that way.

Here’s your ball, let’s play,

You cute little pup.

April 2, 2021 ~DRM~

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Fools in Love

Posted on by Dawn Renee Miller

My first poem for April is up. This gem is in honor of all those separated souls who continue to seek reunion with their long lost love.

Fools In Love

The sweet smell of plumeria drifts from the flower behind her ear.

Her eyes softly flutter as the sunset lights up her face.

She tilts her head, her lips glisten, her dress floats in the breeze.

His hand rests on her waist as he kisses her.

Crazy for each other, fools in love.

They laugh and smile, wondering why it took so long.

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