Mystic Mister

Mystic mister

With bright green eyes

And hearts of gold

You number the glass jars

In your sanctuary

Mystic mister

With fire in your tongue

And lips of iron

You place the elixir

Next to your bedside

Waiting for the morning light

Mystic mister

With long dark arms

And locks of rose

You change your name

And identity 

With every passing day


This poem is directly inspired by the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge found here at Go Dog Go Cafe. The prompt this time was to Use fire, mystic, and identity in prose or poetry. I am working through older prompts to help spark my imagination.

Hearth and Home

Clay jars and alabaster hues

Only begin to describe

Your entryway

.

Sparkling touches

And memories 

Start to surface as I enter

.

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

.

Never did I think

To find a place

That revived

My darkened heart

.

Sweet laughter

As I stumbled over

A sly cat

.

Your hands 

my face

your mouth

Welcomes me


I forgot

Darling

I forgot that there are ways

To tell someone

That you love them

There are ways to make you smile

My reflection became the 

Apple of my eye

And burned my heart

From within

I no longer can remember 

The ways to tell someone

That I love them

Darling

Will you sing me a song

And return my

Heart

To its rightful place?

Untamed World

Do I believe in the magic

Of the forest

Where the spirits speak and

Know your name

Do I believe the words written

In the sands of time

That have been left by ancestors

Long ago

I traveled and went too far

From the warmth

Of youth and love

Do I believe in the truth 

Of the skies

That reveal

Only beauties that can be understood

From a different world

Noise and language that

Cascades into a flowing

Rhythm

Do I dream in colors 

So vibrant to find

That I have discovered a new

And untamed world

Left for just me

To explore?

Water fall

As the evening air

Cooled my silken hair

I found a place to sit

Against the 

Waterfall

As the lovers wandered

Red painted lips

I found a place, a home

And watch

The water

fall


This poem is directly inspired by the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge found here at Go Dog Go Cafe. The prompt this time was to Use the phrases “red painted lips” and “silken hair” in a piece of poetry or prose. I am working through older prompts to help spark my imagination.

Photo by Andrew Coelho on Unsplash

Didn’t Exist

I didn’t mind the way that 

I felt

Cold and sweaty palms

Licking my lips

When you called my name

I didn’t mind the way that

Your eyes and long lashes

Seemed to perceive

And pierce a part

Of my lungs that

I didn’t know existed

It was the cold “have been”

That made me wonder

Not the “maybe” or the “will”

It was the “might be happening”

That made me smile and

Laugh

Because

I wanted to tell you more

But I left words

Unsaid

And waited for

You to call

Because in my town

That’s how things were done

In my town that how things were.

The uncertain tone in my

Goodbye

Made you reconsider all the 

Motion and movement that we had

Felt

And I reached to a place

But you were already gone.