I met with an angel
tea and cookies in a simple kitchen
made divine by her glorious light
With gratitude my heart sang
soaring octaves in this blessed atmosphere
I chattered and babbled
spilling all that had been held inside
as one would who has been injected with a truth serum
This heavenly being listened
nodded and smiled her celestial smile
I was filled with peace and tranquility
enthusiasm and energy to last a long time
Thank you dear soul messenger
for sharing tea with me
Dawn stretches her colors gracefully
behind an accumulation of grey cloud
rendering a rhythm
to start a new day
Breath of my sleeping husband
joins the diurnal pulse
his chest rising and falling
like gentle waves cresting
Percolating coffee
pfft, pfft, pffts
as it tries to contain
energy within the beans
struggling to maintain tempo
to find a perfect blend
Rain patters on the window
knocking for entry
to escape its own wetness
adding to pattern flow
already set in motion
Windshield wipers wiping
kind of like singing off key
their meter gasping disappointment
at the incessant downpour
The day’s cadence quickens
acquiring a staccato feel
stop and go cars
interrupting honks
The surge in percussion
throbs in my temples
requiring an end of the day sip of wine
a sunset beat slowing things down
to match dawn’s graceful rhythm
Today is a melancholy day
Last night ‘lack of confidence’ arrived
along with her companion ‘cynicism’
followed closely by ‘sadness’ and ‘depression’
It’s a crowd
my soul balks at their presence
Rose colored glasses were trampled in haste
as these visitors clambered to enter my day
before my eyes were fully awake
An opaque shroud of blurred vision
with a fearful tinge of imagined obstacles
was left behind
the ‘Bogey man’ under the bed
who rode in on the coattails of these intruders
Misty grey skies
echo my somber mood
I have invited rest
to keep me company
as I hope sleep will escort
these uninvited callers elsewhere
while my eyes are closed
Raindrops fall gently
nourishing thirsty earth
life giving water
Swollen rivers flow
swiftly through the neighborhood
alarming the people
This precious liquid,
necessary renewal,
no longer admired
Destruction disguised
a benign interloper
warily watched
Nature’s fury shows
humans cannot outwit drops
steadily falling
Life giving water
becomes the reapers hand
exacting its due
Circle of life come
full as we watch lustrous pearls
of rain gently fall
Words gush to the surface
like bubbles in a poured glass of Prosecco
rapidly fill a glass
then settle, continuing to gurgle, roil and fizz
These words are unsettled
want to be expressed
need to be released
before disappearing into oblivion
unable to be recalled
simply gone
Like pop rocks on the tongue
producing an explosion of flavours and sound
that quickly disappear
these words are a flash
of concepts and impressions
in danger of dispersing
without being understood
Furtively I look for a vessel
for these tumbling thoughts
no paper to be found
a large white dinner napkin
becomes the carafe
This unlikely flagon
now absorbs and holds the ink of a pen
breathes words unspoken
Meant to be crumpled and disposed
for a moment this simple means
designed to wipe away excess or spillage
becomes a keeper of words
thoughts made conscious
Alive on soft white cotton
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This isn’t sweat. It’s liquid awesome!
anonymous
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I see him
a glance
racing heart, sweaty palms
Do you think he feels the same?
Rapid pulse,
garbled words, come on tongue speak!
Timid smile
blue eyes twinkle
my knees go weak
Kind, gentle
thoughtful, intelligent
Fluttering heart, the spark of desire
Do you think he feels the same?
Soft, warm
tender touch
melting will, ache to be one
dream to be friends forever
Do you think he feels the same?
When I think of you
dark clouds that hover over me
slowly begin to fade
a smile tugs gently at the corner of my lips
I see your twinkling eyes
I feel your tender touch
A warm glow engulfs me
The joy of meeting
after an extended time apart
quickly turned to discomfort
as words pierced the air between them
landing precisely between insecurity and self doubt.
Comments made casually,
“by the way…but he really didn’t mean it”
were released with the skill
of a camouflaged sniper
patiently waiting to strike his mark.
An awkward pause ensued
before the two went their separate ways.
The sniper content that all was as it should be,
the receiver struck with recriminating thoughts.
“A flower does not care about his neighbor. It blossoms anyway.” – anonymous
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