Forget Me Not

Wild Violets for Mother's Day
painting by artist Paul Wolber

Pink carnations at the prom

White lilies for the wedding

Roses on the five tier cake

The petals on their bedding

Honeysuckle in the yard

A garland on her head

Daisies in the garden with

the tulips bright and red

Perfume scented lavender

with just a touch of clove

Tucked within her diary

Saved mementos of her love

Violets pressed between the pages

from another life

Faded into memories

when she became a wife.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Bits of Inspiration, Floral Explosion

Empty Spoon

Working Still by Borg de Nobel

  I hear your cries

like Spanish radio

in the apartment next door

I have no milk

I haven't eaten in three days

Ashes to ashtray

dust to rock

dreams to smoke

I cook my meals on a dirty spoon

I feed death to my bones

I saw your mouth move

like a hatchling bird's

My empty spoon

can't fill your hunger

I am nothing

I can give nothing

submitted for dVerse Poets Pub, Poetics, Borg de Nobel

Yesterday's Dreams

Yesterday's Dreams by Jack Vettriano

Fine cracks form

in the porcelain of your face

as you suck on another cigarette

Already the ashtray is full of pink stained blooms

ground in the dirt and squashed underfoot

You have only a few more good years left

to find someone to love you

So it's the black dress and heels again

and out the door for drinks

Turning your back on the one 

who has loved you all along

and cries himself to sleep.

submitted for The Mag, Mag 126

Dryad

photo by Rosie Hardy

Come to the forest

Come when your heart is as full as the moon

and your desire blazes like a shooting star

Do not fear the sentries;

 they observe your entry

but ignore trespass

when intent is pure

Search out the message that I have written for you

in the trivialities of veins in the leaves

Read its significance

with your fingertips

You have always touched wood

wishing

I am waiting 

with your answer.

submitted for Poets United, Vice Versa #6

and Poetry Jam, Daydream Believers

Sugar and Spice

source

Sugar and spice and everything nice

That's what girls are made of

Mama say that's why boys can't keep they hands off

Same for growed men

so you better watch out

but I ain't a baby no more

and I know

everybody like a little sugar now and again

Evie say

she don't mind my hand me down sweaters

and she think my freckles is nice

I sing

Evie Evie

sticky sweet cotton candy

She look like a pretty pink treat

but soon as you lay your lips on her

she disappear

leave you still feelin' hungry

and a little bit sick

Mama say stay away from that girl

she born with the veil

and talk to haints

I tell Mama Evie just a regular girl

but I can't stay away

and we both know she ain't.

submitted for Open Link Night, Week 40, at dVerse Poets Pub

Love Brings

West path, grey morning (2009) by Thomas Robinson

On dove grey mornings Love brings me the hues

He lends the day its colors from his eyes

The ashen sky is painted shades of blues

I turn to him and smile as I rise

On tuneless mornings Love brings me the song

The day begins with love notes soft and clear

And in his voice the words are never wrong

A harmony so gentle to the ear

On jagged mornings Love brings me the balm

He smooths my edges til they're not so rough

He touches me, restores my sense of calm

But knows that nights are made of different stuff

Where Love brings days of color, song, and light
In dark mystery and quiet, rules the night.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Happy Leap Day Toads

and Poetry Jam, Anaphora Poem

Mirror, Mirror

Scar
by ~AnnaMariaDeMari

Get out

No more chances

Promises, promises

Take your sweet words and choke on them

We're done

Too late

Save the tears to water your lawn

I've cried too much, too long

Without you, babe

I'm strong

submitted for Poets United, Midnight Snack 007