Once Upon A Star
The dreams
of a child found
in the space of wise ones.
Where the sword and the stone are bound
with the
wonder
of two souls coming together
to awaken entire
kingdoms with just
one kiss.
These words
dropping slowly
as ink becomes paper
fulfilling all dreams wished on that
first star.
prompted @ November PAD: Day 16
Gratitude
“You are just like your mother.”
he hissed,
language laced with poison.
Her voice
low and scratchy
answering another
of my late night telephone calls.
The soft and slow trace of her fingertips
on my back; next to me; right now.
In silence I still hear
the kindness in
her voice.
“Thank you,”
and with a smile I turn
and walk away.
prompted @ November PAD: Day 13
His fingers
pluck at my insides.
His tattoos
chronicle
the depth of his suffering.
I’ve fallen again.
2011 November PAD CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE: Day 3
Even now,
as I write these words,
I’m not here
anymore.
It’s time for you to let go
and just say goodbye.
I wanted to write
words formed for you to carry,
succulent and full,
but what I wanted
to say arrived in haiku.
Rhythm rules the word.
I already know
that the tongue cannot create
what I hold for you.
My latest contribution to One Shot Wednesday Week 53!
She made a silent vow
just beneath the lips
to write
just one thing
every day.
Yesterday,
her lips fell forgetful
brushing against the warmth
of another
as he painted her belly.
Today,
sitting ,writing, practicing
this literary promise,
she tried, but
still cried
as he walked
away.
*My latest submission in Celebration of One Shot Wednesday ’s birthday!
