Hearth and Home

Clay jars and alabaster hues

Only begin to describe

Your entryway

.

Sparkling touches

And memories 

Start to surface as I enter

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You sit among the

Many mounted marble

Muses that decorate

Each inch of this space.

.

I catch your eye

To find my lips

Soften and whisper

Your name

.

Turing to find another

Jar

You rummage and smile

The home you’ve 

Created

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Never did I think

To find a place

That revived

My darkened heart

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Sweet laughter

As I stumbled over

A sly cat

.

Your hands 

my face

your mouth

Welcomes me


Breaking Point

A breaking point

I think that is what I am waiting for

Looking across the horizon

Hoping for a tsunami to wash

Away every aspect of my existence

Why do I wait for the stars to fall

From their lofty place?

Why to I dream of a dark expanse that

Leaves me wandering

And alone

This point

This breaking point

Does it need to arrive

For me to revie

The heart of my soul

Burning embers that

Have turned cold with time

And worry

I think I am waiting for the sun

Or a deep still moon

That will become a guide 

To lead me from

This unknown place 

I wander

blizzard of thoughts

Awake and feeling

That you’ve forgotten

Something important

To do

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I remember the way

You made me smile

And how I giggled

At your jest

.

That moment

In time

And a blizzard of thoughts

I knew

It was love

.

Staring up at the ceiling

And I think back

To all the important things

I need to say

To you


Hello! I have been going through some of the older Tuesday Writing Challenge prompts at the Go Dog Go Cafe. This poem was inspired by the title “blizzard of thoughts”. Although I have tried to steer clear of love poems recently, they always seem to creep back up on me! I enjoyed writing this poem and remember those feelings one gets as a teenager. Do you like to write love poems?

a midnight sigh

A traveler

Alone

But for a memory

That never left

The warm moments

By a fireside

With a soft

And simple way

About her

He did remember

Alone

A midnight sigh

And howling moon

For a smile

He could not

Forget

Hazel eyes

That stayed true 

And a mouth that

Melted

He did remember

Alone


This poem is inspired by the Go Dog Go Cafe Tuesday Prompt Challenge. This is an older prompt from February(midnight sigh) but going through these helps spark my imagination. After re-reading, I must have been feeling very forlorn! Something about the word ‘sign’ sparked this idea of wishing and hoping for something else. What do you think about the poem? What does the word “sigh” spark in your imagination?

Finishing Touch

“Hey babe” she called. “Keep the windows down while you go on to the highway. Then you can sing as loud as you want.” She tucked her hair behind her ear and waved goodbye. I tugged my bag to my shoulder, smiled and turned to get into the car. Leaving her was always hard, but her jokes and jabs always made me happy. I looked at her from the driver’s seat of the car and shouted back. “You only wish you could hear my sweet melodies. I only sing for my most special guests!” She smiled and waved. I couldn’t hear her response but she was laughing as I pulled away. Her smile was the finishing touch on a perfect trip. If only I didn’t have to go.


If you are interested in learning more about the inspiration and background of my work, check out my kofi page. Photo by William Christen on Unsplash

porcelain skin

Dark nights

And damp mornings

Leave me

With pits and ripened aches

In my chest

It was at the hotel

In town square

Where I fell into his

Porcelain skin

Tempted by the 

Color of lust

Only to wake 

At the dawn of

The sun

And see that my own

Soul had 

Turned to stone.

Hardened to my

Regrets 

And sins.


Photo by Ilona Bellotto on Unsplash. If you are interested in learning more about the inspiration and background of my work, check out my kofi page.

In the fading light

The fire flickered 

Slowly simmered down

And our warm embrace

Kept my heart

From flying to the far beyond

In the fading light

I held your gaze

Your eyes wept

For the future that could flourish

If I would loosen 

My grip

The crackling coals

Lowly lit the love

That started to form

On my lips.


Photo by Yanny Mishchuk on Unsplash. If you are interested in learning more about the inspiration and background of my work, check out my kofi page.

Late

Humming winds willfully

Remind me

That I missed the train

Forgot the date

And didn’t arrive on time

Those memories of our moments

Showed me

That I remembered the pain 

left too late

And couldn’t call you mine

.

Lift the foggy curse of the past

From my eyes

So that I may be early 

to my next

love


I am finding new prompts to inspire me! Today I used the prompt “late” by Paul Light of Light Motifs. If you are interested in learning more about the inspiration and background of my work, check out my kofi page.

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Photo by Pierre Bamin on Unsplash.

My fairy

Your breath hits my shoulder

I turn back to see

you fade into the shadows

hidden from me

For when will you visit,

my fairy, my sprite?

You changed me

made me

and then you fell

into the night.


This poem is inspired by Sadje’s weekly What Do You See prompt! Image credit; Phmaxiestevez @ Pixabay. If you are interested in learning more about the inspiration and background of my work, check out my kofi page.