Protected from the morning sun
The buttery blossom unfurled
Lovely petals kissed
With the gentlest blush
A Rose in Shade
Tag: writing
Getaway
The keys are calling to me,
Beckoning me with turquoise waves.
Ripples and splashes upon the shore,
Multi-colored shells tumble in the wake.
I am longing for a day I can drift away,
Float above the reefs and watch little fish.
Then sit on the shore in the evening breeze,
Appreciate the heat on my shoulders,
As the sun slips down below the horizon.
Dreaming of a getaway months away,
I’m ready for it to be here today.
Never Ceasing
Circling, circling, folding in on itself.
Unable to work free from the solitary point.
Gripping tighter and tighter to any thread,
When letting go is what should be done.
Nothing more to do now,
What is done is done.
Free yourself and find some rest.
Spinning, spinning starts again.
Why can’t you just let it go?
Dedicated to all the over-thinkers losing sleep out there. Hope we find a way to escape from a never ceasing mind.
Take Flight
From the chrysalis, she dangles
Her newly formed wings still damp.
She ponders where the winds will take her,
Once she can finally take flight.
Inching along in life
Left her starved for adventure.
Soon the flowers will come quick,
No longer an arduous trip.
Spread your wings, lift up, fly high.
Find the brightest blossom,
Take it all in and enjoy life.
Release
Love is
when you want
only the best for them,
Even when that isn’t you.
Her sadness released,
she smiled over them from afar.
He’s there, where he belongs,
Here is where she’ll stay.
Who knows what the future holds.
Bad poetry on a rainy summer day…
Table for One
She sat alone in the corner booth, stirring sweetener into her iced tea. Her appointment was just over an hour away, so she had time for lunch. She settled in for a quiet meal.
A group of women trailed in through the cafe door. They were dressed to the nines in sundresses and floppy hats. It became obvious they were a group of women who partook in leisurely lunches often. She smiled at the women as they were seated, then turned back to her notepad.
The waitress greeted the group as they laughed and shared stories. Flamboyance and grace, giggles and jeers filled the once quiet cafe.
The lone girl felt the occasional stare from the table. She’d occasionally look up and catch someone snapping their heads back. She’d just grimace and look back down.
The ladies looked her over like she just didn’t belong. She felt their eyes on her. It hurt, though no ill words were exchanged. She tried to ignore them, and remained gracious to the waitstaff as they brought her lunch and refreshed her tea.
She chided herself, don’t assume what you don’t know. She often grew self conscious in similar situations most of her life. She knew she was an outsider, an observing introvert.
She finished her lunch. Part of her wanted to just pay and run out of the building to escape further scrutiny. But, her appointment wasn’t for another 30 minutes and she would feel just as awkward sitting in her car, especially with today’s heat.
Slowly, the women shifted their attention back to themselves and their food as it was delivered. She felt the mood lighten, the weight lifting from her mind as she no longer was glared over.
She re-centered herself, payed her bill and finished the notes for her meeting. The minutes passed until it was time to leave. She finally escaped, unnoticed by the crowd.
Notable Rain
What notable things happened today?
It rained today. Probably not the most notable thing for the day in the whole world, but it mattered. The rains were gentle and light then loud and thunderous. It was the kind of rain which came in waves, the kind that changes from moment to moment like that of an uncertain life.
The day had been gray from sun up, but it was not clear if the rains would make it. The grass, the trees, the plants wept with joy now that they had water to drink. The lake surface danced with each pelting drop.
Chauncey watched lazily through the rain splattered window from his make-shift throne upon the pillow tops. No birds to chitter after now, just reeds and branches blowing in the wind to entertain him. Sleep came easily to him in this kind of weather.
Sister watched from the bed, wishing her cuddle partner would give her a nuzzle. Things still weren’t right between them, but at least the hissy fits subsided. She stretched her tiny paws out and took up as much space as she could on the king bed.
It rained today. Most notable for the cats.
Bending Light
A single ray streams in, too strong to be stopped.
The light must go somewhere, so it bends.
Reflecting, shifting, separated into smaller streams.
Bringing color to the silhouetted world,
Often veiled in only black and white.
Cherish the differences, for we all are unique.
Fighting against a single narrow mold.
Bringing light to the darkness.
Bringing hope to us all.
Enjoy the rainbow!
Turning Point
It hasn’t been calm since the vet,
Hissing and turning cold, brother and sister rivalry.
Finally, the angst between them subsided.
Something caught their attention,
They chittered at the window.
A different bird sound came from outside.
A lone whistling duck stood, wanting a friend.
He looked at the window and paused.
He didn’t want friends with claws.
Soon landed another, echoing back.
They danced a moment then off they waddled.
Brother sighed and settled back down,
While sister huffed and left.
Hopefully calm has returned,
All thanks to two lonely ducks.
June Time Memories
The joys of summer as a teen flew.
Heat rose from her shoulders, touched by the June sun.
They smelled smoky, but not like cigarettes,
More like the scent of a candle’s flame, or that of a dying campfire,
Mingled with the freshness of coconut and plumeria kisses.
The white streak from her suit left its mark,
As her freckled tan deepened with each summer day.
Swimming, tanning, finding ways to the beach.
Family vacations to the mountains, playing in streams, wandering dirt roads, and skipping rocks.
Such good memories, such sweet memories, of June.
Dawn Renee Writes 