your measured breathing
humming of the cicadas
I slip into sleep
thermals
30 Aug 2019 1 Comment
reminiscent deux
30 Aug 2019 2 Comments
in haiku, haiku for Friday, haiku sonnet, poetry
just after the dawn
a sliver of moon still hung
above the pine tree
when I saw you last
our fingers slid palm to palm
lacing together
fingertips tracing
across the plains of your face
the curve of my lip
searching in the dusk
for unspoken emotion
like Braille on your skin
the pale moon of your nail bed,
ever present scent of pine
🙂 I FOUND IT!!!
hyperbole
29 Aug 2019 3 Comments
in poetry
when drawing a hyperbola
your pencil must swoop
curve around gently
allowing for the
beginning
and the end
to reach longingly
outward towards infinity
I remember your back pressing
into to my chest as we swung
on the porch swing
my arms sketching
a circle with
you as the center
pretending there was
no end to us only a beginning
hoping we were still
a circle that
could
wrap around
again to the start
reminiscent
29 Aug 2019 1 Comment
in poetry
Second try at this. I lost the whole sonnet. Couldn’t remember anything but the first stanza. I don’t ever write things down anywhere else … stupid word press has been eating my posts this week.
as dawn paints the sky
a faint sliver of moon hangs
above the pine tree
dichotomy
24 Aug 2019 5 Comments
in poetry
Today I realized
that time
much like Schrodinger’s cat
has ways of jumping forward quickly
yet also standing still
last summer under
the bright noon sky
your rough fingertips
against my lips
as you fed me
sun-warmed blackberries
picked while we walked
yesterday
your nails
were polished smooth
not scented of blackberries
as you slipped your
hand from mine
saying you still loved me
and walked away.
your favorite
21 Aug 2019 1 Comment
dusk settles over
daisies along the white fence
painting both salmon
Bioluminescence
19 Aug 2019 1 Comment
fireflies flicker
along the edge of the bay
water reflecting light
Extensions
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sun casting shadows
stretching across the white sand
the bay streaked with red
sun-baked
17 Aug 2019 4 Comments
in poetry
crisp sun-scented sheets
rasping gently across my
Tender sun-crisped skin