
May I Sit Awhile
If you do not mind May I sit here for awhile I promise not to get too close I won’t make a sound. I see you withdraw Do you feel invisible to the world Always know that no matter what … Continue reading May I Sit Awhile
If you do not mind May I sit here for awhile I promise not to get too close I won’t make a sound. I see you withdraw Do you feel invisible to the world Always know that no matter what … Continue reading May I Sit Awhile
You could always find her blowing dandelions as they carried pieces of her heart upon the breeze. Even after forty-three years, her eye lit up with the possibility of hope. She often whispered the word just to feel the heaviness … Continue reading Emptiness
He loves me, he loves me not enough As my fingers touch the petals whispered words slip from my lips begging not for an answer but an affirmation of a wishful truth I told myself thousands of times especially in … Continue reading He Loves Me or He Loves Me Not Enough
wishes dance on air buoyant dandelion seed she exhales her dream ********* Written for Carpe Diem #354, Alvae Continue reading Wishful Dreams
folding perfection sought inspirational cranes go within, find peace to bring forth calming wishes leap from each fold hope lives in the creases eyes closed while lost in devotion praying ******************************************************** My first attempt writing for Carpe Diem I was forced (okay it was nicely suggested) by Jeremy to do this piece. I am not good at following rules but I tried my best at this prompt. Be kind if I got it wrong. The prompt…..as i understood it; Write a Cinquian what is that you ask? I know I did….here is the explanation At its most basic level, ‘cinquain’ simply … Continue reading Tranquility
All the nights we spent gazing at the stars that illuminated your eyes. You said you loved me and that no star or moon in any universe could compare to me….we were two lost warriors searching for a home to … Continue reading Forever-Nevermore
The moment when the sky is high and the ocean is roaring; the wind sings as the stars are crying. Are you listening to the trees that are whispering life’s secrets? It floats in the air into ears that are … Continue reading I Have Forgotten How to Pray