Legacy

March 11, 2016Vonita 51 Comments

I see you in my dreams
I hear you in my mind
I feel you in my heart

I remember the very night
You flew from the land
And from my life

I am married now
I have a beautiful boy
And a daughter who looks like you

You are a grandmother now
Your legacy to the world
Your purpose lives on

I live your lessons every day
In my heart and in my life
And all I have is one tiny message

From my heart to yours
After all this time and what has been
Your baby girl is okay

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Object in Six Words

March 10, 2016Vonita 9 Comments

Windows steamed; Object of my desire

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Heat

March 9, 2016March 9, 2016Vonita 22 Comments

I played with fire
Attracted by the light
Moving closer
I could feel the heat
Taking chances
I played the game
Before I knew it
The fire burnt

Farewell

March 8, 2016Vonita 25 Comments

So many nights
I wished you to stay
In so many dreams
You visited me
But now I’m awake
And the night is still young
You are alive
Though our dreaming is done
I wish you well
I wish you life
I wish you happiness
And no more strife
It is me that must say
It was I who was Eve
You were my Adam
I wave you farewell

Writers Write

March 7, 2016March 7, 2016Vonita 19 Comments

A blank screen
Reflects its silence
To a waiting world
Challenging the brave
To fill its void

Writers write

And so it shall be
The darkness devoid
Of warmth
Will be brought
To life

In response to Daily Post: Screen

Porcelain Lips

March 7, 2016March 7, 2016Vonita 18 Comments

With painted lips

I taste your being

With delicate hands

I feel you grow

With open eyes

I admire your desire

Hold me

Love me

Never let me go

For my heart is but

Porcelain

In your hold

Two Worlds

March 6, 2016March 6, 2016Vonita 16 Comments

water

Surfing the space
Between dreams
And reality
Surfacing from night
As morning dew appears
Two worlds connect –
Free spirit and
Earthly mind

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A Net of Words

March 5, 2016March 5, 2016Vonita 9 Comments

Look!

I’ve caught a poem –
Crept up on it quietly
And caught it in a net of words.

Open the lines gently and set it free,
That it may fly
Into the minds
Of those who pass,
So they may say,
Of something that makes them stop
To look and wonder,
Or to laugh or cry,
“I read a poem about this once-
Someone else has felt like me.”

Poem by Anne Bell