circling around

A leaf
abandoned
drying on the sidewalk
gasping for air

high winds doubled back
but only after getting its fill
of tips of trees

time now to play
with poor little leaf
once again.

~~~

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‘watch me’

the brain insisted
pretty love was off limits
so the heart stole it.

~~~

For NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo, Day 20 — ‘rebellion’.

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I remember

I have been here before, I swear. Wearing my heart on my sleeve and handing out my soul on a golden platter; an offering.

The room looks familiar, though the furniture may have been re-arranged. The walls have been repainted: a calming shade of blue. Light peach-colored curtains adorn the windows.

I catch a whiff of a scent in the air, pulling me back to a place I thought I’d left behind. Funny how sense of smell messes with your brain.

Then I feel, rather than hear, him come up from behind me. For a moment time seems to freeze, yet my heart beats a million times as fast. I see, rather than hear, my name leave his lips, and I look into his eyes, and I remember.

I am now back here, my heart on my sleeve and my soul on a golden platter; an offering.

~~~

For April A to Z Challenge 2018. My theme: Music.

R is for Reprise — Repeat a phrase or verse; return to the original theme.

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delirium

collecting magic
capturing sparkles
in dreamy rainbow colors

high on desire
I touch your lips
(and the rest of you)

I want to wake
forgetting who I was
before I found you.

~~~

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I frikkin’ will

I swear I will cross this line
be on my way to where you are

I will discover elusive element
called happiness
bury it beneath my breath
even for a while

even if I will become just another story
scribbled in crumpled paper
marked for destruction
as if it never happened.

~~~

For NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo, Day 19 — use words from a paragraph to build a new poem. I chose the first paragraph of a very short story I did here. Words are: way, elusive, marked, crumpled, cross, breath.

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questions for yours truly

Let me ask you this. When was the last time you sat so still you felt the air move on your skin? When did you last stop to breathe—I mean, really breathe, inhaling, exhaling, feeling your lungs contract and expand?

When was the last time you kept silent, and did you listen carefully—to the trees, to the birds, to the river—and what did they say?

When was the last time you listened to yourself, and what did you say? Better yet, what did you not say?

~~~

For April A to Z Challenge 2018. My theme: Music.

Q is for Quieto — A directive to perform a certain passage of a composition in a quiet, serene, calm manner.

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darkness

“I love darkness,” you once said
my heart was singing
in love with the notes you wrote

looking back,
the darkness you adored
was not where I lived

(in fact, not one letter
was written for me)

now, though empty
the darkness remains
where I feel most at home

~~~

From the archive, written in 2016.

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because his light

The night promised me
safety in its darkness
only to leave me enveloped
in hopelessness

for a while, it seemed
morning would never come
the heart adjusted
to blackness

on the eve of letting go
the moon knocked on my door
asking for my hand
yet again

I let him in because
I have always been in love with his light

and that will never, ever change.

~~~

For NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo, Day 18 (off prompt).

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