BUTTERFLY

A caterpillar in its cocoon, so are we in our bodies biding the moment to be a butterfly, free among the flowers silent majesty tender voice of high summer flying into fall an empty cocoon you flew like a butterfly never to return Written for DVERSE POETS’ PUB’s Meeting the Bar: Haiku Sequence Prompt EspeciallyContinue reading “BUTTERFLY”

SUMMER

Summers are made of these – butterflies frolicking in the sun zucchini growing on the ground barefoot children playing in the yard swooping on brambles like hungry birds grabbing berries with eager hands popsicles dripping on sweaty chin children dancing under the summer rain Written for DVERSE POETS’ Quadrille prompt: Bramble

WILDFLOWER

Not the queenly rose that rules a garden not the pristine lily that adorns saintly hands not the cheerful sunflower, nor fragrant jasmine but a wildflower, unheralded, unseen, I am. Obscurity is the meadow where I grow The wealth of the earth is my bed I dream beneath the stars’ watchful glow and wake toContinue reading “WILDFLOWER”

BENEATH THE MOONLIGHT

BENEATH THE MOONLIGHT Walk with me beneath the moonlight – We’ll enjoy some moments on our own while the children’s dreams are taking flight – Walk with me beneath the moonlight. We’ll remember when we were alone dreaming of love. In the dark of night walk with me. Beneath the moonlight, we’ll enjoy some momentsContinue reading “BENEATH THE MOONLIGHT”

FORGOTTEN

The empty water bottle glows beneath the morning sun calling out the hands whence it ‘accidentally’ slipped when its usefulness was gone. Should it be happy that it is not alone that it joins the ranks of the forgotten flooding the earth exacting vengeance? I am writing about one of my pet peeves – emptyContinue reading “FORGOTTEN”

A FISHY STORY

  Ashen skin glisten beneath incandescent bulbs Lifeless eyes stare wide-eyed at customers feeling their flesh for firmness Sweat and blood mingle on the muddy floor Voices rise voices fall earnest haggling ends in a bargain Ah, the sultry heat seeps out of skins Money changes hands dead bodies are wrapped in yesterday’s news andContinue reading “A FISHY STORY”

LET MUSIC BE

Touch the music gently. Let the notes descend like mist Crowning a blossom with dewdrops wary of bending a petal with its weight Let music rest like a feather On a bed of tender bluets Each a complement to the other’s spirit Let the melody whisper its own sweet words Touching the heart like aContinue reading “LET MUSIC BE”

IN THE WOODS

I dare not breathe lest I disturb the fragile silence cradling the whisper of butterfly wings and the caress of breeze on the water. I tread gently lest I break the silence that lets the squirrels out of their nest to play in the woods or a deer to linger at the forest’s edge. IContinue reading “IN THE WOODS”