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The Easy Life

Posted on by Dawn Renee Miller

Life, on the rocks, hard as can be.

But time wears the rough edges away,

And the stones turn smooth and slick.

Over and over, the waves beat on.

Eventually the rock turns to rubble,

The rubble turns to grainy sand.

The grains continue to wear away,

Until nothing but powder remains.

The water recedes, the winds pick up,

And away blows what once stood strong.

And nothing more stands in the way of life.

…if only we had the time to spare

The time to let our rocks fade away

so life could flow so easily for us too.

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Stormy Times

Posted on by Dawn Renee Miller

She looked up as the rain shimmered down.

The canopy hung over her but didn’t block the storm.

No matter, she enjoyed getting drenched.

Her hair dripped into ringlets around her face,

Her tongue lapped up the wetness as her only drink.

The tapping of the drops beat out a soothing melody.

The forest fell quiet as the animals sought shelter.

Ahead of her, she could see the surf,

behind her a cocoa-toned trail of puddles.

She walked over to a small beachside shelter

took a seat atop a faded wood table,

and focused on the ocean across the sand.

The waves whipped up as the storm passed through.

She closed her eyes, soaking up the moment.

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Movie Time

Posted on by Dawn Renee Miller

Christmas movies are back!

Yeah, I know, it’s October, how whack!

But I can’t resist, so on goes the fan.

Out comes the throw, despite my tan.

A fluffy pair of socks to help keep me toasty,

Maybe I’ll even make a marshmallow roasty!

Kitty cats curled up by my knee,

And settled in with a warm cup of tea.

Why do holidays make me smile?

Probably good memories after all this while.

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writing

Echoes

Posted on by Dawn Renee Miller

Velvet black skies speckled with starlight

Waves unfurl and splash into shadowy shore.

Haunting hoots from an owl echoes in the air,

Then the swoosh of flapping wings as he chases prey.

Silence returns as the night moves on,

Yielding to light as the owl returns to slumber.

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poetry, writing

Autumn

Posted on by Dawn Renee Miller

It’s still in the eighties, autumn come soon.

I want to pull out cozy sweaters

And lace up my Merrill boots.

We don’t get the piles of leaves here,

But I hope soon for a slight chill in the air.

Time to bake and cook fall favs,

Cinnamon and nutmeg and cloves too,

Vanilla, apples, and maybe pumpkin for you.

Days grow shorter and nights grow longer.

It even means time to get out for walks,

Finally the heat will break away and

Sweat no longer soaks through.

Autumn, Autumn, please come soon!

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poetry, writing

Muses True?

Posted on by Dawn Renee Miller

Why is it I want to write stories with you?

Then live them out as something new.

Come up with little vignettes with you,

Dream them up line by line or two.

Explore new journeys with you,

And have real adventures too.

Why does my soul call for you?

Prose and poetry easily flow through

When I reconnect with you,

Even though it is for a moment or a few.

It is my unexplained connection with you.

Do you want to write new stories too?

I wonder if it is the same for you.

Are we each other’s muses true?

Bad Saturday night poetry at its finest! 🤭

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poetry, writing

Twists and Turns

Posted on by Dawn Renee Miller

Let’s build a labyrinth in our backyard,

Full of hedges and flowers galore.

Birds, bees, and butterflies too,

Will flit around for us to adore.

We will hide a place just for us inside,

Out of sight behind a hidden door.

We’ll slip away to our quiet place,

Where we can make love under the moon once more.

Along the twists and turns we will place

Surprises full of mystery and lore.

The girls and guests will have no idea

as they journey what will be in store.

But let it be a place for fun and rest,

And our little secret forevermore.

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poetry, writing

Beach Dreamin’

Posted on by Dawn Renee Miller

Away I escape into the sun,

Seeking out happiness and fun.

Never mind the sprinkles, I like the rain,

Under a beach blanket, I’m truly insane.

Toes dig in to powdery soft sand,

And a tropical drink in my hand.

All of this would be full bliss,

If only it were topped off with your kiss.

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poetry, writing

Connection

Posted on by Dawn Renee Miller

I look like an idiot grinning ear to ear,

As I read over our chats in the past year.

How can I hold such a place in my heart

After we have spent decades apart?

I know you care which makes me happy,

Hope you feel the same from me. I know, sappy!

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poetry, writing

1:47 am

Posted on by Dawn Renee Miller

Eyes wide open in the darkest of night.

Double tap of the wrist. 1:47 am.

Looking around, everything is alright.

That one is snoring, look at him…

While I lay here with thoughts running…

Of course, among them, is one of you.

It isn’t naughty nor is it too cunning,

But I wonder to myself, are you up too?

I grin and fluff my pillow, then rest my head.

Hopefully sleep will soon return to me in bed.

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