Love

 

Alphabet soup settles,

 

beguiles, during rainy cold

 

churning with exes and ohs

 

dancers in memory

 

exclaims of thorn and rose;

 

 

 

forget me, forget me not:

 

Gerbera, Daisy, Peony  

 

holds the eye to

 

illuminate petals

 

jarred in metal and glass

 

 

 

Kisses’ wet imprint

 

lost under debris and touch:

 

manmade, fabricated, rushed,

 

natural, earthy, a simmering broth

 

opens chambers heavy in locks

 

 

 

Quotes from Shakespeare,

 

“Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?”

 

“Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s day?”

 

“The course of true love never did run smooth.”

 

“Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown.”

 

 

 

Verity is best with diamonds and poems

 

warming in a bowl, letters,

 

Xeroxing the thoughts in her head:

 

yesterday, today, and tomorrow

 

Zigs and zags to fill a ceramic night.

 

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Introspection

The scent of wet fresh cut grass coating

the tongue and air around you lulls,

drawing out the inner storm,

gray with doubt and confusion

to question the future and the norm–

Are you in charge of your own destiny?

Today, tomorrow, future hours

fills with choices of right or wrong,

your consequences; move ahead, or 

a detour to enjoy and learn.