Written for the #bloganuary prompt: How do you feel when you look at the stars?
Tag: poetry practice
Seashells
Collecting seashells is like taking pictures — you keep picking and looking for more, (taking multiple shots) because you don’t know if that’s the best you’ll get, or maybe there’s another, more beautiful one, still to come. So it is, I think, with love.
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…
Kings and Queens
The queen feels lonely, listening to the rain as it comes down in a sheet. Each clap of thunder startles her, and she wonders if he hears it too. His kingdom is vast but welcoming, a blanketed fortress, sealing in the heat. He offers her comfort, protection; it’s what he loves to do. She’s not…
Anticipation
I can always feel it begin. It starts with my skin. The tingling comes first and it starts down low, inching up my leg and past my thighs. I feel my stomach flutter and then see it as my chest flushes with heat, quickly followed by a blush onmy cheeks. My lips can already taste…
Dancing with Myself
I rolled up my mat But I wasn’t quite done With striking a pose So I was dancing with myself No one was watching Save my reflection on the glass Turns out maybe I really was Dancing with myself Not sure what the song was Something about lighting up the world And flipping her hair…