I don’t cry when I think about them The people who used to be we and us Haven’t in quite some time Every once in a while I see An old photograph and I’m tempted I wonder if I should try But then I remember The ball is on the other side Maybe one day…
Tag: poems
Thankful
Reflections on glass buildings and crystal waters Or on sporty glasses and sidewalk puddles Architectural lines and paths leading somewhere Each bloom turned up to meet the sky All the shadows and silhouettes Making each bright spot that much brighter Laughing faces and teasing smiles Puppy dog eyes and wagging tails Artistic plates with tantalizing…
Waves
I wish the sound of the ocean could drown out the constant ringing in my head. If the ringing was gone, then the only sounds I would hear right now would be: the waves gently crashing on the beach the wind rustling through palm fronds the flip-flop of sandals on the boardwalk katydids singing in…
Little Did She Know
A year ago today I reluctantly transplanted my life from Virginia to South Carolina. I felt I was running away, or being chased away, rather than running to something. I wasn’t sure what was ahead. I was scared. I was heartbroken. I thought for a long while about what I would write today to mark…
The Sunday Post: Pillow Talk
Pillow TalkIt’s dark, no lights on in this room.Music’s soft, coming from another room.I hear you breathing next to me.Our legs are tangled, your arm’s resting on me.My thoughts are spinning, I’m not sure if I should.I think I know what my heart is feeling, but maybe I misunderstood.I start by telling you I am…
I Catch Myself Smiling
I catch myself smiling at inopportune times It’s random, just out of the blue I might be in the middle of a meeting Or just driving, sitting in my car A memory or thought will sneak up On me and make me smile Or even laugh Even sitting in the salon I can’t escape When…
Mosaic
My body and soul My future, present, and past Are all but little pieces assembled By a very large cast. I drink my coffee black because That’s how he taught me to drink it And I root against the ‘fins just ‘cause He gets angry when they lose (that’s childish, I’ll admit). I surround myself…
Savannah Smiles
Straight out of the notebook that stays at my side, including last week’s road trip. It’s not so much poetry as stream-of-consciousness writing, with little to no editing. Texting in the park About toys, gifts, strangers, and drinks Smiling by myself Sitting on a bench Listening to the birds And the clop of the horse’s…
When I See Your Name
I don’t like how I feel now when I see your name. I looked for it for so long, but it’s a habit I overcame. But now when I see it, I feel anxious, I feel stress. It takes me back in time several months, I’ll confess. At least my first instinct isn’t to drop…