photo credit: malenami.com
Two teen girls savor
ice cream on smooth skateboard ramp
halos on handrail
Hockey playoffs resume today.
Red jerseys with flaming black “C”
can be spotted all over town.
There is a buzz in the air
that has nothing to do with spring.
Even pollinating bees take a
break from the flowers to check
what the fuss is all about.
Pubs and restaurants overflow with
tattooed faces, painted nails,
hats, scarves and body suits.
Patrons swarm in team colours
hoping to watch their idols
celebrate victory.
Horns and pom poms are ready
for the first goal.
Pent up enthusiasm waits for
a reason to roar.
Strangers will hug strangers
and high five anyone passing by.
Cheers will continue long
into the night.
Highlights will be relived
over several pints or more.
Quenched fans will dreamily
flop onto beds with crooked
smiles on their faces.
Raindrops fall –
ice cubes clink
in my husband’s glass
Scared.
No pain.
Waiting
Worrying
Hoping.
Nothing.
All will be well.
Night crawlers move with stealth
leaving no visible trace.
The path to where I am going
not visible under cover of night.
Sailors navigate night seas
guided by visible angel lanterns.
Night vision allows dream world
to suddenly become visible.
Fears float freely not visible
under the cover of night.
Sunny May morning
assembled skyscrapers stand
waiting
Happy
fingers.
Tapping
jumping
sleeping.
Warm and fuzzy.
I could fly.
I enjoyed the poem Shawn L. Bird posted yesterday and decided to try the prompts she shared, (I am…, I have…, 3-ing words, I feel…, I wish…). The above piece is what emerged. Thank-you Shawn 🙂
Eyes collide
amidst partygoer din
split second harmony