Waning   The full moon gasps its last, then shrinks   like a fading black and white television screen,   incandescent circle growing ever smaller,   until the sky swallows it whole.  

Emptying bowels Sweet relief for the tummy And soul, but not bowl  

On my bed I lay. Supine, and occupied with my thoughts. I stare at the ceiling As the sound wafts in Caressing my mind. It’s a violin playing CrossOver Two by Mr. & Mrs. Cello. I close my eyes Like a child in Dreamland. The…

Hummingbird feeder Patiently waiting a guest Despite all the ants

Seeing Clearly My husband drinks beer and/or vodka Every night I hear as he pours The liquid into a cup He often wonders why He’s sleepy before I am ready To close my Sober Eyes From the 2021 Poetry Marathon Prompts Hour Twelve Text Prompt For this…

The two cellos played together, music foretold their detours managed.   The two cellos spoke with the soothe of melody some variation   Husband and wife share, their story tells of living — not all unity.   Life, so like music, ahhhhhh, sometimes,  sweetly in…

Not grinding coffee Really looking forward to Running the dishwasher

What is life if you don’t have friends? friends are people who share a common bond; the bonds of life and common things like the fall of leaves and the smell of grass. shared ideas and a likeness unencumbered by barriers of race, creed or…

City of stars, don’t let me down tonight. I have wishes to make. Pictures to take. If I could set myself free, I could breathe. Later I will hang the pictures on my walls, to remember I’m not alone. City of stars, your beauty makes…

There’s a beautiful rhythm to our lives, an easy ebb and flow like a pair of mellow cellos playing on our heartstrings   We sway and bend like willows, stand firm and strong like oaks, coo and neck like doves, to the music we compose….