The Night I Fell

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The night I fell

the snow sparkled like stars-

swinging from tree limbs,

dancing on the frozen earth

The air was cold

but the wind held her breath

as you kissed me

under the winking moon

Later, great gulps of hot chocolate

warmed our lips and throats

The dark December night

embraced us

as we embraced each other,

skin on skin.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Kerry Says, "Let's Include Pathetic Fallacy"

For Allison on Graduation

The summer's heat can melt away the time

Remembering when you were still a child

When autumn's chill comes, you're no longer mine

I crave the hours that moved so slow and mild

When days were filled with toys and song and play

Remembering when you were still a child

If I could keep the coming months at bay

I'd relive every minute spent with you

When days were filled with toys and song and play

I crave the time when it was just we two

And when you leave to live life on your own

I'll relive every minute spent with you

I beam at how you've blossomed as you've grown

So proud to see the woman you are now

And when you leave to live life on your own

I'll marvel at the seasons past and how

The summer's heat can melt away the time

So proud to see the woman you are now

When autumn's chill comes, you're no longer mine.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Form Challenge, Terzanelle

True Confessions

Some nights

after the lights are off

 I fall asleep

while my husband talks to me

Sometimes

I wake myself up

and he doesn't even notice

Other times

I start to snore.

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I ate an entire box of Better Cheddar crackers

in one day

This happened more than once.

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People say

I'm a good listener

This is true

This is also true:

Sometimes

I pretend to listen

while my mind is elsewhere

I am good at this.

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The Leaves Have Eyes

The leaves have eyes

You think no one sees what you do

You are wrong

The leaves are thousands of silent witnesses

They write my story in bark etchings

that you can't decode

The roots remember everything

When you say that I best be careful or

you'll bury me in the ground where no one

will find me, I just smile

The trees will know

They're waiting for me.

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In Lace

Lace Woman by Charles Mallia

I want to wrap you up

in lace, like the gift

that you are

Tie you up

with a satin ribbon

and attach a tag that says

"Do Not Wait Until Christmas"

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Bits of Lace

The Poetry of a Knife

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The glint cut

right to left and back

Again and again, flashing

like the silvery zig zag of minnows

underfoot in the ocean,

too quick to follow yet

too mesmerizing to look away

This is what she remembered:

Not pain

for that didn't come until after

but a strange admiration

for the man's deft precision

An artist touching the canvas of her face

with a brush stroke here, there

Filling in lines and shadows

that render a portrait recognizable

And yet

When she reached up to touch,

 nose, cheeks, mouth,

they were unfamiliar and

her hands, when she looked,

were covered in blood

like red paint, sticky and crimson.

submitted (late and w/apologies) for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Vignette

Seabird

Alex Alemany

I gaze outside the window at the shore

I watch the water kiss the dock below

The language of the swells tells me there's more

than you or I could ever hope to know

A seabird hovers just within my reach

She seems to understand my restless need

These bars of your cold cage I long to breach

Your unrelenting claims I cannot heed

I'd offer you my heart to keep the peace

but you've no love for sentimental things

Your endless expectations never cease

You want me as your trophy, without wings

You say you love me but it is not so

It never will be, so now I must go.

submitted for Photo Prompt #7, "The Dove" at mindlovemisery's menagerie