The radio dial is turned
And the notes of music past
Fills the quiet air
Taking me back to that time
When you and I
You and I
You and l
Were finding our way
Feeling our way
Loving our way
And I wondered
Would you and I?
Would we be?
And I hear those notes
Soulful, stirring, moving me
To those times
Of you and I
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Whoa!.”
The most surreal experience
Is that moment I had of falling in love
Of waking every morning and knowing
Someone was waiting to be with me
To spend days of studying together
Being together
The chemistry, the attraction, that feeling of being alive
And in love
My heart was young
My body was too
Those were the best days
Of my life
The world was black and white
My only company was I
Hours came and hours passed
Hollow minutes seemed to crawl
Until one certain day we met
And with fate’s golden brush
My life was painted
With colors all of you
Yesterday you were my partner
Your love held my hand
Our time together, it will never be the same
Yesterday is over
All I am left with
Is a confrontation with today
I love your tiny heart
I love your tiny sounds
Your newborn eyes still closed
I love your puppy scent
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Fresh.”
Waves of emotion carry me along
The journey of every day, as I awake
Each morning with the realization that
A new day has dawned, and an uncertain
Future is held out to me, anxiety gives way
To fear and inability to see my way through the fog
And after the day is passed and a new morning has dawned
I feel relief when I discover that the
Clouds have given way to clear skies and harmony
I left despair, and started to walk
Much like the typing of my hands
I did not know quite where my words
Or how my legs would lead me there
But in my trust I let all go, and allowed
Myself to be led home. I have arrived.
From my distant past
Long years ago
A soul reached out
And told me so
My heart was touched
I felt his love
From a life long dead—
Help from above
The feeling in my chest rises up
I awaken out of my slumber with the
Realization that it was all a dream
And everything is just vapor
Every night
When I hear you sleep
I hear
Each breath you take
The beating
Of your resting heart
Keeps you
Alive and here with me
And when
That beating stops
You would
Be taken away from me
So finally
Poems and Petals 