The city is dressed in rain this morning
Cars snail along in rush hour
Muted colour umbrellas move in steady waves glistening in the wet light
His eyes sparkle watching her snow-white beret twinkles in the grey crowd
brighter than any moving composition
He ploughs through the mass
greets her with a kiss of the morning dew
Goodbye
This is written for Denise’s Six Sentence Story word prompt – Confetti
We were so young.
It’s not our fault that
we didn’t have time
to rehearse life.
We didn’t understand that
stubborn promises were just a preface.
We loved so hard.
We were so inexplicable,
so endearing,
so annoying,
consumed by seven emotions
and six desires.
It was cold that day,
tears turned into ice,
snowflakes falling down
like confetti,
red-eyed, red-faced.
Ripple
My life flows like peaceful water
You come like ripples on a quiet lake
Leaving a mark of joy
Silence is a song that feels like poetry
The unimaginable beauty
All because of you
Tree and Paper
If only
you can see the future
You won’t get hung up
on wrapping your arms
around the memory
of your thriving youth
The old self you shed
pushing outward
to form calluses
telling the world
that you are wiser
by counting the rings
of your wrinkles
You never see the future
of your exhausted face
made into sheets of canvas
for beauty to take forms
pleasing to our eyes
and souls
Coming Soon
My submission of ‘The Great Escape’ has been accepted for publication in the upcoming anthology ‘Wounds I Healed’.
I thank Gabriela Marie Milton (Short Prose) and Ingrid Wilson (Experiments in Fiction) who have given me the opportunity to share my work. I am eternally grateful.
Sepia Love
I waited for you to rise
to tap a poem
while coffee was feeding your word frenzy
We didn’t make it to a thousand day fairy tale
I only made as far as my sanity allowed
The seas and mountains between us
humbled me
They were truly unshakable
Doll
Living Poetry May visual prompt
She is that girl
confined in the mold
they carved out for her
Every bit of her is labelled
categorised and put aside
for the common view of this world
All is in order
But all is out of place
in the creator’s eye
She can’t survive
She can’t shine
She is miserable in nature’s sight
Gone Too Soon
It’s a sunny morning! April realised when she stepped out the door for her usual morning walk down the bakery for coffee and cornetto. She dropped her rain jacket by the door and launched herself into the warm glow.
After her routine walk, she decided to venture further to the local nursery, maybe, to get a little plant, or just to inhale the prime of spring. Once she entered the nursery, she hesitated. It was busier than she imagined in such early hour of the day. She suddenly grew self conscious over her unwashed face, messy bed hair, and without underwears beneath the white t-shirt and grey lounge pants. She folded her arms across her breasts to create some safety.
Soon she was distracted by the multi colour tulips and grape hyacinths. She reached out her hand to touch the ferns and manoeuvered the pot to read the label – Northern Lady Fern. Right at that moment, her fingers felt the moist and warmth which drew her to an innocent chocolate face of a puppy. Her heart melted instantly and she lowered herself to the level of this delicious ball of cuteness. “Hey, little one! What’s your name? Awwww…you know you are cute, don’t you?”
“Honey!” A magnetic voice startled her. She followed the voice and looked up, there stood a man in tan cargo pants and a navy polo shirt. He was wearing a grin decorated with scruffy beard, just passed the threshold of the five o’clock shadow. Immediately she was embarrassed imagining how he would see her – squatting down in a mess next to the puppy and could not take her hand away from its affection. “Her name is Honey.” He must have seen the complex expression on her face, so gone on to clarify. “And she has your eyes…honey brown.”
“Oh, ok.” She got up avoiding eye contact with him, walked almost in a fleeting speed to hide herself in the tall palms and citrus trees. She felt so bad that she ‘abandoned’ the cutest puppy, but she felt even worst about keeping that interaction going in her indecent outfit.
It had been ages, she finally felt safe to slowly move out from the tall plants toward the nursery exit. Just when she eased up her nerves and started to breathe more steadily. That nerve wrecking voice came out of nowhere, “April’s gone too soon.” He stood in front of her like a pine tree, with the puppy sitting obediently next to him on a leash. “What?” That’s all she could manage to mutter. ‘How does he know my name?’ She was puzzled. “Ahhh…I said April has gone too soon. It’s first of May today already. See, the citrus trees have grown a lot…” His magnetic voice trailed her all the way through the exit door.
‘Don’t look back April, it’s been a cluster of embarrassment. Mother, you are right again. Never go out without dressing appropriately because you’ll never know who you’ll meet.’
Almost
Almost is a treacherous word
We say that to kids
to encourage them to learn and grow
Try saying that to a grown-up
You almost made it
You have the potential
but couldn’t make it a reality
Almost is a treacherous word
It means
you are
as useful as none
as valuable as nought
