I singI sing a song of frecklesof blue eyesand green I singI sing a song of struggleof successand growth I singI sing a song of talentof intelligenceand compassion I singI sing a song of themof their heartstheir mindsand souls
Their Song
Summertime Squandered
If I could go backto days of sunshinewith glittering streamsof light thru trembling leavessparkling upon blades of green Surely I wouldlie in the sunbask in the gloryfeel the heatof golden rays of yesterday I would never againsquander my timewallowing away my daystrapped in my headhiding away from the world The beauty of fallis no surrogatefor... Continue Reading →
Winter Morning
A blanket of whitesuspended in thin airclinging toall in its pathembracing a worldof peridot and emeralds Crisp air stingthe face and handsburning a reminderof the season at handinto the mindand body of all A stream of lightbreaks through the gloomamber and puregracing Mother Earthwith a touch of warmthsetting her soul afire
Last Lines (a poetry prompt)
Sun of summer on my skinbeautiful and mineis music to my earsetting her soul afireThe colors of this worldNo! I can't sit stillwhile princesses pinea new line rolls inhearth and home;everything He ever wanted
Rollercoaster
Our love is a roller-coaster twisting turning tossing me to and fro pressing me against you heart in my throat terrifying exhilarating freeing me I fall again
Gray (A poetry prompt)
An ember, alight distant, unclear not yet sure of itself. The spark wobbles, weaves kindling the hope of madness (and the madness grows) of passion (and the passion ignites). Nervous and insecure it swells consuming the gray, splintering, fracturing the featureless figure she had become.
The Climb
Leaves of a lifetime opportunities missed flutter to rest on the stairs of timeBranches of choices never made or wrong regrets twisting in gnarled woodShe looks on at the climb ahead what lies above the clouds of changeHesitantly she steps crushing and kicking moments in time squandered by fear alone Her confidence grows faster she... Continue Reading →
My Senses
Your whispers… They hang from my hears Your touch… It wraps my heart Your smell… It sticks to my skin Your love… It envelops my soul
Dream Vacay
Ahhhh, the dream vacation. Unfortunately, once you’ve had what you held as your dream vacation you want another one. A different one. More. My dream vacation was always a trip to England. London specifically. I always dreamed of going to the Tower of London. And I did! It was amazing and exactly what I hoped... Continue Reading →
Love Without Love (prompt)
The taste of your scent The smell of your caress The touch of your words The sound of your soul The sight of you is all I need
Greetings From A Squiggly Mind 