His lips taste like pink lemonade
Tinged with blackness, temptation
His teeth are eggshell inside his lips
He jingles his spare change and smiles
Blueviolet light from neon signs
Flash in his thistle hair
Twinkle, twinkle, the night is silent.

His lips taste like pink lemonade
Tinged with blackness, temptation
His teeth are eggshell inside his lips
He jingles his spare change and smiles
Blueviolet light from neon signs
Flash in his thistle hair
Twinkle, twinkle, the night is silent.

European
Waiting for my sandwich
At the table by the window
Rain dribbles down the glass
Past my face
I feel very European
Sitting at a cafe
Waiting for something sweet
And coffee

Happy Reading!
~ Eileen 🙂
Softly the rain falls upon my upturned face
Like the slightly parted lips of God
The touch is velvet
Gentle and loving
Caressing and warm
All consuming
Like love
The rain reaches out and surrounds me
Like a woolen cloak
That enshrouds me
From the grievances
That I am better to forget
The scent assails me and fills my nostrils and lungs
With the pure scent of life
Throwing pictures of purity and
Innocence into my mind
I whirl and dance among the drops
Casting my arms in wide arcs
Hoping to catch each
And every drop
So I can keep them all for myself
In the palm of my hand
But like a broken dream
The drops slip through my fingers
And fall
Soundlessly to the ground
Lost among the soil
Like a seed
Waiting to grow and become
Someone else’s dream
Hoping to one day
Flourish and come true
I run and skip
Playing in and with the rain
Remember childhood games
And people
Long forgotten
The rain washes away my years
And I hurl myself
Headlong into the laughing
Embrace of the rain
The torrent falls
In immaculate sheets
Of joy and fortuitousness
Each bead containing
The unfulfilled dream
Or hope of a child
But nevertheless
Overflowing with bliss
I can feel my soul
Flying about me
So happy to be free
And I can
Taste the salt
Of my tears as the rain
Subsides
I stand
Hair tumbling about my face
And watch the retreating clouds
All the rain has left me
Is the memory of the cloak
And I am once again left
With my miseries
That I would be better
To forget
And I sit
And dream
And hope
And wait
For the rain to come
Again
Unexpectedly
The fleeting flame
That promises things
You never
Thought you’d have.
A piece of life
Something you cherish
Told it would never be
Handed to you
Unexpectedly.
Doubtfully
But yet
Full of timid hope.
Accepted in awe
Revered and feared
And finally loved
To be taken in an instant
Unexpectedly.
She Sits
She is sitting
Sitting in simplicity
Sitting in silence
Moving gently when the air pushes her
Bathing in the glow of the life-giving sun
She is silk to touch, satin to feel
Divine in all her perfection is she
The grass and weeds that surround her
Bend and stand in the breeze
As if bowing, paying homage to her beauty
Trees bend over her, protecting her
From the elements that could harm
But letting the sun beams filter through
Her face is forever raised to the sky
The very ground is her altar of worship
Many pass by her without a second glance
No passing word of greeting or phrase
No one caresses her nor bends
To catch the scent of her
And still she sits
In simplicity
In silence
In beauty
She sits
Hello Readers and Writers!
A few years ago I did an exercise where I wrote one poem each day for 30 days. All 30 of these will appear in my upcoming book ‘Life and in Between’ along with many other short stories, poems and fiction pieces. This is one of my favorites, so I wanted to share it with you. This is titled 005 because it was (obviously) day 5 of the 30 day exercise. 🙂
Poetry was my first love, my first published work was poetry. I believe poetry is as close to a person’s soul as you can get. It’s real and it’s raw and good poetry speaks to you in some way. I hope this one speaks to you.
005
From within spaces
I created elements
Burst of glowing stardust
Where I danced
Hello Readers and Writers!
I am putting together a new book called “Life and In Between”. It’s a collection of flash and micro fiction as well as short stories and poetry written by yours truly. In going through some materials, I found something I wanted to share. I hope you like it!
Everything
Bring me to my knees in sweet, sweet agony
Shining so bright, you shine down on me.
My guiding light, yes, you lead me
I put my hand in yours
You take me blindly.
In a field of poppies you are a violet
A flower still but much more yet.
A snowflake falling so gently
Slowly, softly you touch me.
The blanket I hold close for security
My eyes, when I cannot see.
Everything different, everything brave
Bursting out of me
Is everything you gave.