I have written this poem in response to W3 prompt #47 at skepticskaddish.com, hosted by poet of the week, Punam Sharma. The guidelines are to write a Pantoum on the theme of abandonment. Additional information about a Pantoum and the prompt can be found here. Hope I got it right! Where you and I walkContinue reading “Hand In Hand”
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You are meant to wipe away the tears;Stifle the runny nose;Yet, just thinking of you results in violent sobs.When I hold you in my hands;Your cottony softness reminds me of all that I hold dear;Your delicate embroidery threatening to unravel;Represents all that I have lost.I have treated you unkindly;Tossing you aside in favor of aContinue reading “Treasured Hanky”
What mystery lies beneath the palm frond;and, in the gnarly branches of the tree?I look upon them with expectation;as surely a secret will reveal itself.For the emotion stirred by a simple glimpse,must have deep significance.Can I capture it in a photograph?It appears not.I must just accept the mystery for what it is;relishing my connection withContinue reading “Mysterious Trees”
When Nature Calls
When nature calls;Greet it with a whole heart;Feel its presence;Immerse yourself in its beauty;Understand its power;And remember your essence.
You think I’m strange?Look at you; Obsessing each day;About all that you do.My life’s simple;I go with the flow;My instincts tell me,All I need to know.Give it a try;Just soak up some sun,Wait, what’s all that?Chair, towel and lotion!A cooler of food;Drinks and snacks;A speaker and phone;That’s how you relax?Okay, you do you;We’ll bask byContinue reading “Strange”
Sunrays halo you;But all you see are the clouds;Let the light prevail.
Head In The Clouds
When my head is in the clouds,I lose sight of what stands before me.I forget where I am;I’m not sure of what I’ve done;Is that bad? Maybe…But, sometimes when the clouds clear;And I return to my present circumstances;There is a sense of purpose;An illumination;A clarity that can only be achieved,By having my head in theContinue reading “Head In The Clouds”
Treasures hide beneath the waves, Searching for silver, ancient gold, Maybe some coins from ships of old. Walking along a storm swept beach, Plastic and garbage among the sea grass, With brilliant shine a piece of sea glass. Still a treasure in its own right, A broken remnant of origin unknown, Its ravished beauty standingContinue reading “Sea Glass”
The wind has failed me;Moored in the bay with sails furled;How I long to sail.
Heart and Soul
You are my heart and soul;Soul to soul entwined as one;One life shared by two;Two hearts that beat in time;Time that steadily moves along;Along a path that’s shared by two;Two paths diverge from one;One for me and one for you.You are my heart and soul;Soul to soul we’ll merge as one.