Chasing Red Balloons

Chasing red balloons across the lawn today.
Blonde curls blowing across your face.
Laughter as sweet as the wind chimes song.
Pepper nipping at your feet. You trip,
you fall, your balloons are all gone.
A disappointing day.

Riding Buster through the fields,
trying to outrun the wind.
His blonde mane and tail, gleaming in the sun.
Some years later, while off at school, the call comes.
Buster outran the wind.
A disappointing day.

Three grandsons with butterfly nets,
out running in the fields.
Trying to catch lightening bugs
they’ve heard so much about.
They come back empty handed.
There are no lightening bugs around.

Three young men and their mother,
standing near the bed, tears streaming
down their cheeks.
They’ve come to say goodbye today.
You’ve gone out chasing red balloons.

A very disappointing day.

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Roses Hued of Scarlet

I held the roses to my face, breathed in the heady scent.
Roses hued of scarlet, said to signify your love.
I pressed them in my journal, which I wrote in every day.

White roses, glowing in the moonlight, twining on the fence.
When you planted these roses you swore, that your love for me
was mightier than death.
This love would carry us through forever, that is what you said.

I threw the roses in your grave, they tore me and I bled.
Beautiful black roses drew my scarlet blood.
Just like the rose, I overlooked your thorns to appreciate
your petals.

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Loving You Is Impossible

Loving you is impossible, hands bound behind my back.
Each time that I gain your trust, you fill another crack.

You built this barricade, to surround your heart.
I see the suffering in your eyes, the longing to depart.

Unleash me, I will comfort you. Help you raze that wall.
My hands will reach for you, I’ll catch you if you fall.

With gentle fingers wipe away your tears,
trace tear trails to your lips, and kiss away you fears.

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crying eye

Reflecting on My Day

I sit on my wooden bench reflecting on my day.
Tucked into my garden, in a nook, out of the way.

Watching robins build their nests with twigs and gathered string.
A smile lights my face as I hear the songbirds sing.

I’ve had it many years, my bench is old and rickety.
The wood is gray and weathered, paint peeled by antiquity.

I reminisce with fondness the moments that we’ve shared.
All the time that I sat reading here, the hours just disappeared.

Sitting here with feet up, watching clouds float across the sky.
We’ve had good times together, I am loath to say goodbye.

 

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Cyan and Silver

Cyan and Silver

Undulating seas rolling toward the shore.
Sleek, fast sailboats rocking with the swells.
Brightly painted sails billow in gusts of wind.
A  sun kissed day of sailing upon cyan and silver seas.
Shared revelry of sailors who bring their boats about.
Riding brilliant waves that surge to land.
Waves that break and die, only to be reborn.
They ebb and flow for a thousand years,
the surf of many lands.

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DP Challenge-young at heart

Memories of My Youth

Carefree days of hopscotch, hula hoop and ball
playing in the leaves we raked up in the fall
We’d take a roll down the hill and pretend it was a mountain,
oncce we took a skinny dip in the Courthouse fountain
I still remember the taste of pixie stix, ice cream in a cup,
bubble gum, candy necklaces, the sweet breath of a pup,
holding tiny kittens whose eyes could not yet see
these are the memories that I will take with me

The Cloak

 

DSCF5611Fog filters out the sunlight,

shrouds the world in gray.
As the sun soars higher,
it will burn the fog away.

Heavy laden moisture
provides honey to the leaves.
Fog obscures the forest floor,
drips down from the trees.

The fog is like a buffer
it blankets all the sound.
Soon it drifts off to the West
where it cloaks the town.

A Thief Called Cancer

You took it all, left me destitute.
You thief in the night.
Stealthily you entered and
set up all your mines.
You took my independence,
my body and my mind.
You robber of my life.
Divided up my legacy, my dreams,
and parceled as you pleased.
You gave away my husband.
Sent my home back to the bank.
Every stick of furniture sold
to satisfy the bills.
I walked away with nothing,
just barely on my feet.
Today I live on charity,
yet you sneak back in again.
Discovering this piece of flesh
is all that I have left.
I’d gladly give it all again,
if you would just let me be,
to keep these final moments,
that are all that’s left for me.