Early Morning Light

Even in the early morning light

you stand tall against

the blossoming sun

curves and spires

all sing with desire

as your reflection

dazzles the sky

below

Do you see your treasure?

Your marvelous might?

I wish to hear the soft

and subtle whispers

of my footsteps in the grass

as I walk toward the

entryway

the cool stone

white and wonderful

as my fingertips trail

on your fine built

Even in the morning light

I wonder if this all

a dream.


This poem is inspired by Sadje’s What do you see challenge! I always love these photo challenges and this has grown my interest in ekphrastic poetry! I loved the photo for this week and was taken away by the beauty of the Taj Mahal. As this is one of the seven wonders of the world, I hope to see it in person one day. In this poem, I wanted to play with the idea of a thing as a being or a person. When I visit places, sometimes it easy to fall in love with the place itself. So, I wanted to reflect those feelings in a poem. What do you think? Would you to visit this place?

Dahlia Darling

Dahlia, darling

You rushed to the

Waters edge

Looking for the

Hopping frogs

And shadowy creatures

That hold secrets

To the deep

Blue.

Slate rocks

And sharp coolness

Against your fingertips

As you noticed

Me

There I stood

Amongst the

River roses

Teaming with

Life and love.

Dahlia, darling

Will you notice 

My ever bending

Gaze toward 

The sun?


I was inspired by Sadje’s “What do you see” prompt! For this poem, I thought it would be fun to change the persective of the reader to be the flower. Normally, I would write about the beauty of the flower, but instead I wanted to mix up the narrative. I think it works pretty well, but then again it is hard to be a judge of your own work. What do you think? Did you like the change of perspective? Did you find it refreshing? Richard Kesperowski@ Unsplash

For Red!

Hushed tones

And filtered thoughts

Rang throughout 

The night

.

The name of the

Prisoner 

Next to me

Leaves my memory

As the

Storm starts

.

Freedom!

Children!

For Red!

We cry

And chant

Together

.

Until all our hopes

Are taken

Stripped

From our

Mouths and

Hearts

.

Quiet whispers

And lost notes

Ring throughout

The cell

.

Only the sound

Of the man

Crying

Stings my ears


This poem is written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See? prompt. The picture is of a prison cell and this sparked a image of prisoners together. Why are they there? What lead them to this place? My writing depicts revolutionaries that have been captured after a rebellion. I don’t know exactly why, but I went a bit darker on this piece than I normally do. I’ve been itching to write more fiction, so I think this comes out in my poems. What do you see? How would you respond? Image credit: Tim Hüfner @ 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.

Chasing morning light

You ran ahead of me.

Chasing the morning light

With your smile.

A sweet innocence

To your every step

“Wait for me”

My lips tried to say

But you were lost

In your universe

Of discovery.

Enchantment,

Blue river

There I saw it all,

The lapping lake called your name.

You answered,

Lifting your feet carefully.

Will you stay?

Or dive into the waters

Finding the treasure that

Lies beneath the surface?


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