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

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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.

Counting Memories

How do we count all the moments of the day?

For cherries and apple pie kisses distract

me. But I want to remember all that you say

For every moment with you fills me.

Are we alone on this planet of dismay?

I counted all the sheep and still felt cold.

But I can’t forget every smile you display,

Butterfly and rose petal touches that impact

my soul, there they breathe and stay.


I am testing out a new form of poetry called Magic 9! Check out Donna Matthews post about it over at Go Dog Go Cafe and write a poem of your own! Photo by Anastasiia Ruan on Unsplash

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If you are interested in learning more about the inspiration and background of my work, check out my kofi page.

In the stillness

Dear Panthea,

March comes in like a lion. That’s how the saying goes, at least. But this March felt like a stormy hurricane that never returned to sea. Do you know why? You must have a guess. Because you left in March, Panthea. As you left, my heart did leave with you. For when will you return? My mother tells me that you plan to stay three months in London. Is this true? Will letters suffice as a replacement for what my heart feels only seeing you will satisfy? Panthea, all those questions I have for you. As I ask each one, I begin to bring fresh sadness to my chest. For Panthea, I did not mean for us to be separated like this. So far away, where you live now. Remember when we used to walk along the lake and talk of the sunset? I loved those moments; by the lake, in the grass, laying on our backs, our hearts and our eyes turned toward the sun. Panthea it was there, by the lake, that I realized that you are truly an undiscovered treasure. Everything, eyes, nose, heart, lips, mind. Everything is lovely. Panthea, when I whispered your name into your hair, it was as if I had said “I love you”. For this time and space has made me realize I do in fact love you. Dearest Panthea, winner of my heart, please do not hear urgency in my words. Hear only the softest, gentle plea as I humble myself to your great magnanimous heart. I love you, Panthea. I know this now truer than any moment. In the stillness, I realized you are the missing movement of my heart beat. In the quiet, I long for your head against my shoulder. Panthea, this time, this distance, it hurts me greatly for I wish to be joined again. I wish to be catching your hand in mine as we walk around the lake.

Dearest Panthea, Will you not come back?


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