Sitting here, biting lips,
Trying not to say a word.
Cringing as the future unfolds,
One voice drowned by the din.
They know exactly what they do,
But it’s not what the cheering masses think.
Those who see it know,
We won’t be heard for now,
But we’ll end up cleaning the mess they make.
We can only hope realization isn’t too late.
Clean up on aisle eight!
Sitting on a shelf, waiting to be played with;
This is where fragile items go.
On display when the time comes,
Or gathering dust out of sight.
Sadness would show in dimmed eyes
If this were real, if things had feelings,
But instead, gentle smiles plastered on faces
Must be careful with fragile things;
But don’t they know nor understand,
ceramics and crystal grow strong with use.
Don’t save it for another day,
Get it down and enjoy time to together;
After all, we are all but a fleeting glimmer.
Twinkling lights still shimmer
On tired boughs of green;
Delaying farewells to the season,
Let’s keep it up a few more days.
The holidays started late this year
And work caused everything to be rushed;
Just a few more moments of peace
Before the frenzy resumes once more.
Soon the holiday movies will end,
The jolly music will cease,
Decorations will be stored once more.
But for one more night procrastinate,
For one more night find joy in our hearts.
Steady stare into the abyss,
Softening focus, then maybe she’ll see,
Script formed in an ancient language
Long forgotten by current man.
Incense wafts an earthy scent,
Grounding her to the past.
Winds push the smoke out
Swirls turn to calligraphy,
Chills runs through her bones
As the dancing trail begins to reveal
A story of ages long ago…
Why is there this hollowness from nowhere
A hole where my heart rests
Years have passed, still,
it creeps upon me from time to time
A yearning to connect,
even for just a moment
Triggered by a song, a smell,
Sometimes a random thought
That longing which cannot be fulfilled
It will not dissipate,
no matter the distractions
No matter the resistance…
But carry on I must
As flashes of the past,
And dreams never to be
flicker in my head.
Out of my reach,
beyond my control.
Why?
Fluttering yellow and black,
They land for a sip of water.
Their friends float near by,
Bouncing rays off gossamer wings.
A moment of peace in a crazy world
The spin slows to quarter time
And calm takes over.
The heart slows, a smile spreads.
Wish you were here to see this place.
Travel down the gravel roads,
Listen to the babbling streams.
Watch as the butterflies take flight.
Slumber fell from tired eyes,
Deep dreams, vivid like memories.
Rolling green hills, leading to mountains.
A gray mist hung in the air, petrichor.
Songs of cardinals and whipporwills echo.
Wooden rocking chairs on a porch creak
As the wind sways red-flowered baskets.
This is the place. Or it was the place.
Past or future, her mind will not tell.
But peace found her in that moment.
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.
She squealed in delight
A little piece of cheese in sight
Resisting with all her might
But not tonight!
Crumbles fell to the floor
A taste she does adore
Nutty and sweet monte amore
All she wants is just a little more
She scrunched her nose and made a squeak
Slowly she became a mouse, so to speak.
Inspired by my recent adoration of aged cheddar cheese! 🧀
Sunlight streamed through a paned window
Westward facing, afternoon rays brought heat.
Padded feet plodded down the hall,
The glow brought him from the shadows.
Making a circle, he softly purred in delight.
Flopping down, his dark fur danced,
Sun shimmered in his blue eyes.
He soaked it all in, this was his moment,
His moment in the sun, belly up.
Dawn Renee Writes 