Poetry, Unbound

Final Page

Someday,
when this final book is done,
I’ll slip it back on the shelf.
A light shifting of dust
will plume into the air
becoming suncatchers
as they settle,
and I,
knowing this arduous task is complete,
will settle back on the divan
like the soft shake
of memories from books past.
There is a contented understanding
this moment will come to pass,
and I welcome it
with the knowing smile
of an old friend.

In response to Daily Prompt: Someday
Featured Image: Pixabay – “Someday” by voltamax (CC0 Public Domain)
Poetry, Unbound

Fleeting Moments

Life is made up of fleeting moments
like the click, click, click
of a slide show switching
from one frame to the next.
Catch them and hold onto them.
But not too tightly!
Be more like a child –
peeking between thumbs
of their cupped hands
at the blink, blink, blink
of a lightning bug
before the light goes out forever.

Featured image: Pixabay – “Fireflies” by RondellMelling (CC0 Public Domain)
Poetry, Unbound

Sapphire Dream

A willow slumbers,
snoring sweet notes of lavender and lilac
heralding the emerald dream
to leave star shaped cutouts.
In the sapphire blue coldness
of mirrored midnight waters,
a late night fish hurries along
streaking color into the   
rippling tremors of
reflection.

And I –  
I rest,
stretched beneath this warm blanket
of falling sky
dreaming of
when Dawn will awake
to sing her song to the robin
and the falling night
will crash to Earth
lighting the kiln of life.

In response to Daily Prompt: Relax 
Featured Image: Pixabay – “Blue” by BreaW (CC0 Public Domain)
Poetry, Unbound

Summer Storm

On lazy mornings as the sky’s tinder caught fire
We would sneak out in bare feet
To get drunk on wildflowers and honeysuckle wine

With red stained hands and jellied mouths
We passed the time playing ring around the rose bushes
And hide-n-go seek with spiders

In the afternoons we painted our skin gold
And washed our naked bodies
In sprays of falling rainbows

At dusk we caught lightning in a jar
And stretched out under dewy stars
To watch the strikes zing around

That night clouds rolled before our eyes and
In the distance we could hear the runaway potato cart
Rumbling down the hill

Grandmother set the storm free saying
“Child someday you’ll understand”

In response to Discover Challenge: One, Two, Three!
Featured Image: Pixabay – “Storm” by Dimitrisvetsikas (CC0 Public Domain)