Once more time
Tell me once more time
How much you love
My sweetheart.
Tell me again
You will never
Leave my hands.
Tell me again
You’re my
Entire world.
Tell me once more time
Without you
My world is the desert.
Poetry Marathon #6
I found a dollar bill
while weeding the garden
and I think it was from you—
because the next day
you left another
for good measure
and that’s just something
only you would do.
A letter from mayflowers
Dear One,
A bush of mayflowers by your Granny’s door
Pink and white, you remember?
“Of course” i whisper to myself.
“I’ve collected in me the presence and blessings of your dearest people,
And shower them on you
From above,”
“I thought so” i think and smile…
Remembering the soft brush
On rosy cheeks
Mother’s voice telling me
I loved them….
Smeetha, responding to Prompt 6
Turning (Hour #11)
If I was a god, you’d be an atheist,
Because to you I never did exist.
If I was the sun, you’d be the moon,
Only coming out when I’ve gone.
If I was a rainbow, you’d be colorblind,
Unable to see my true mind.
We’re not opposites as opposites tend to attract; instead I’m like a ghost, you’re unaware of my presence.
It’s like a one-sided mirror….instead of my reflection I can see you clearly, but you can’t see me from where you’re standing.
Whatever I do just can’t seem to catch your attention.
You’re just like a wishing star that comes once.
One can only wonder the crossing star’s destination as they make a wish-
an irrelevant wish the star can’t even hear.
I can liken you to the moon.
Distant and cold.
So far from earth but seems near. It’s not close at all…just an illusion.
I remember you.
You’re the dream I had but forgot about. You’re the dream I had no recollection of. Or perhaps you’re the dream I couldn’t wake up from, the dream I long forーthe dream I couldn’t call my own.
Would it be better never to recall the blurry memories or would it serve as a solace by remembering every small detail of the time spent together?
Whatever the case is, the sun kisses the moon goodbye at dawn.
Who knows? Perhaps some raindroplet might reflect the rainbow you seem blind to.
Who knows?
Perhaps you just might turn into a believer.
Professional Gastropod
professional gastropod
the slug won
the half-marathon
by a hair’s breadth.
his muscles pumped
like pistons, as
he escaped each
hoe and boot heel.
nearing the finish line
amidst a cacophony
of cheering, he slid
the final mile on a
trail of his own slime,
finally landing
on a large, fully ripe
tomato. everyone
loves a winner, but
the slug is smart enough
to remain modest.
and the best part
is that he gets
to do it all again,
tomorrow.
Day and Night
Morning has come
As the horizon awakens to greet the sun
Shaking hands like old friends do
Smiling as if they already knew
It seems the day surrounds the sun
Contrary to the beliefs of some
Without the sun we would have no day
Discarding the arguements people display
When the moon will arise
Without it we would still have the night
Its given us as a guide
Along with the stars that adorn the sky
Yes and the sun shall rise again
With yet another Hello to an old friend
Smiling again as if they knew
Another day starts with the thought of you
Oh blessed I am with you in my life
The only thing better is with you by my side
And the sun saddens as it falls out of sight
To let me dream about you tonight
10 Greedy Horses
Junior neighs as I get closer.
I want to think he’s happy to see me
but know he wants the apples I hold.
His mom joins him in song
as she learned to get hers too.
Pretty soon the two horses
have told their friends and family
and I’m bringing apples to
feed everyone.
Junior glares at me when I’ve
forgotten his treat
and tell the rest of my misdeed.
One bit my hand trying to find
the apple not there.
The others were a bit more understanding
and agreed I could make it up
tomorrow.
When He Laughed, hour eleven
There’s this warmth that starts in my chest when I hear him happy.
It starts up, like a fire, and I feel the urge to blush, and try to contain
the feeling that wants to burst out, full-throated, throwing my head back
and joining him in howls and gales, racuous and uncaring
as we both lose ourselves in hilarity. One starts up another,
and looking at each other is a mistake, until tears roll
and our faces ache from smiling.