Blackness

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.

Blue Neon Lights

Future

Future

Sunlight beaming
Daytime gleaming
Never finding more
Blue skies showing
Your eyes knowing
Tell me what’s in store
Ever hoping
Never moping
It’s you who holds the key
Happy ever after
Full of joy and laughter
Darling, now I see.

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Wordy Wednesdays: European

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

European Cafe

Happy Reading!

~ Eileen 🙂

Memories of Rain

Memories of Rain

 

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

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.

Stolen

Stolen

Melancholy me
Joy is stolen
Hope ripped asunder
From the bowels of happiness
The shredded meat
That used to be
My heart.

Melancholy by Louis Jean Francois I Lagrenee

Melancholy by Louis Jean Francois I Lagrenee

She Sits: A Poem

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

005: A Poem

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.

 

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From within spaces

I created elements

Burst of glowing stardust

Where I danced

 

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Everything: A Poem

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.