Dark-skinned lady
Born in Africa far away
Leaned over and kissed my cheek
A soft butterfly kiss
Touching my face so gently
But touching my heart even more
Author Vonita
Enveloped
Wrapped tightly in
Envelopes of green
A new flower forms
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Enveloped.”
Frustration
Frustrated
At all that could be
Would be
Should be
But is not
And won’t be
You are not a puppet
I don’t hold your strings
Style
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Clothes (May) Make the (Wo)man.”
I have four sets of clothes:
Casual summer
Work summer
Casual winter
Work winter
I wear a lot of skirts and styled dresses. Heels to work and flats at home.
This is what I wore yesterday. I felt so good I took a selfie (lol, tmi!) 🙂 spotty dotty black teeny weeny polka dots. With designer boots 😉
Today I’m wearing an LBD (little black dress) with a purple pendant tied with ribbons.
Window into my world!
Promise
seven white buttons –
virgin promises, kiss the
skin of fair young bride
Writing on Demand
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Land of Confusion.”
I am doing a writing course. But I have not been able to write anything!
When I am asked to write something for an assignment, I cannot. There are simply no words. Blank space. Vapor. At the moment we are workshopping around the room and I have nothing. Nothing at all! I cannot write on demand.
Pretence
Is my smile too wide
Is my laugh too loud
Am I too happy?
If I smile and wave
And I call your name
Will I reveal myself?
If I smile and blush
And speak out loud
Will my feelings show?
Should I just be still
Or if I look your way
Will it be a stare?
Am I too happy?
Smile!
Flowers for a smile
Flowers for a while
Hold on tight
Enjoy their light
Inhale their scent
Smile and be content
Feel happy for the day
And life might go your way
Hiding
I saw you and wanted to say hello
But instead I looked the other way
I longed for you to greet me by name
But all we did was pass each other by
Intensity
Heat like a burning iron
Seared through my heart
Scorching the soft flesh –
The intensity of which
Left me begging for mercy
My unwiped tears left to
Dry themselves away
It has been suggested that I am “too intense”
I have no idea how to be less intense
And whether I should even try
But I guess being less intense could be more fun
How does one go about being less intense?
Poems and Petals 