Ideally my steaming mug of rose tea would be brought to me and sweetly served. The steam would waft lazily above the flaky croissants bathed in a liquid honey bath. The sweet, pink bouquet would smile cheerfully and fill my room with pleasantries that please…

The flames from the fireplace ferociously heat my backside, As I keep my sights upon the desolate wintry fright. Frigid and wisped, the wind blows the panes. While my fingers trace a few letters on the bitter frosty bays. A glacial heat vibrates through me…

The last time I saw you You wore green and a sad smile maybe you knew this was goodbye I wish you had told me what you knew was to come Maybe I would have remembered to give you the note that might save you…

      The Ideal Day…   smells of orange peels past their prime desiccated in sun…   cheers cascade down like waterfalls and I can’t get enough…   I don’t usually pinch myself but this warrants the pain born of pleasure…   to finally…

Umbrellas galore Surrounded by so many Can’t see the ocean

Ice quiver cure on cure rice, vino coin our vice   iron crone cue over cue run over run over cirque curve   vein con nice cove ire ounce corn on corn

In the valley grew a bounty of ripe fruits and honeysuckle and mimosa flowers that danced on the trees like fuscia feathers sifting through the breeze.   Myth said death lived here, But the opposite was true. Our bread was hot and scored with amber…

The day is filled with joy and laughter Children are running around the compound with careless abandon The women of the house roam the garden and stop to smell the flowers The drizzling rain envelops leaves   The rain increases its intensity and turns into…

Beth A. Fleisher Hour 5   Prompt 5: Choose a picture and use it as the jumping off point for a poem.     Sunrise on Spirit Mountain   I open my eyes to the first glimmers of daylight, reveling in the morning stillness, that…

“Nothing Like today”   A tune of morning bloom, Next to you, Inside the room. The smell of perfume grasp on our sheets, And I laugh, as you entangle my feet.   The breeze echo like luluby, And your laugh sounds like mine. As each…