There is a place on your chest Carved in your breastbone Where my head fits perfectly as if we were meant to click like when we first met and I stumbled over my shoelaces and into your arms when my soul said to yours “Where…

He tied her up, She held him down With a fierce love they were bound to each other. Passionate fires Built on the ice of regret Levees damning the drowning pools of fear Their souls were freed by bond they forged.    

Between the prompts, Between the lines, Marking time with the rhythm And lacing the rhyme, Are all the emotions   I’ll try not to find.

I only felt like you belonged to me when that girl caressed you while calling me “sir.” Regardless, you really are quite lovely. I’m sorry that I cannot appreciate you the way others do, cannot make peace with the way you bounce when I run,…

The smell of iron-rich, clay soil, the clatter of droplets on the ground and roof, and the splash of cars driving through waterlogged streets. I once took a bike down the street in the rain. The slick pavement was not kind to me. I fell…

Grandma’s Trees   Two pears for the sisters A crab for the boy Three purples for the triplets And a maple for Leroy   The pear trees flowered early The crab tree not so much All purples were together But the maple had the touch…

The woman made it to the mines in an unknown haste, She carried on with her everyday scraping of the lichen growing on buildings She quickly realized how she could harm someone with her tool, She waited until the day dwindled from the sky And…

She her hair was always a mess As told by her only pet crow When she was startled by a boom   By her laid a locked chest Inside it her secrets she’d stow And return behind her loom   …But she had long been…

There was a time, special where summer days, nights found me alone, content I found solitude underrated warmth of sun, cool evenings some saw me standoffish I am sure some still do.   – Mark L. Lucker © 2019 http://lrd.to/sxh9jntSbd

She was childless as a fern is flowerless. But she loved babies.   He was a Casanova and proud as a peacock. But he hated lullabies.   Though, they met one day on comprimises’ bridge.