At Noon

Saturday stole my heart
In the midst of summer’s cold rain
Washed by it’s immense quiet
I lost myself in a book or two
Imagination taking me past 2pm
And prosaic wifely duties

BB (Bale Cafe)

I will like to go to a café with you
On a mid-Wednesday morning like this
Sip on hot cocoa creamy smooth and brown as you
Nibble sweetly at bits of marble coffee cakes
Strawberry glaze staining my happy lips pink

 

*I was in the city on Sunday, and saw the name of a cute cafe, Bale Cafe, and this poem was born *

A Saturday Night

Buttered toast and honey oats
Fingers crossed with cuddled toes
Warming fires snuggling close
Lovely night with unburdened clothes

Learning To Count My Blessings

I am learning gratitude
Cultivating its attitude
Learning to count my blessings
Each and every labored step of the way

Hope

A rainbow will appear
At the end of spring’s silver rain
I patiently await

You And I

I like how we complement each other
You and I

Your dimpled smile and my freckled face
Your wit and wise, my sweet and charm

What a pair we are
You and I

Like this and that
Sweet and wise
Wit and charm
So and so…

You and I

I Ask Not

I ask not for words on a platter of gold
Only on blank screens and papers
Straight from my heart
Where truth resides

Longing For Words

I long for the days when words flowed
Like rivers of many water
Pens running dry at the sight of paper
Inks wasted not night after night
Blisters and finger sores
A sign of victory
Wisely masked between metaphors
And Sunday’s steamy nights

Steamy Shower Sticky Fingers

It ran down my body like a warm chill
Trailing every part of velvety soft me
Soothing every inch &bit
None of me was left untouched

A Lone Tree-Friday Fictioneer 4/5

It is that time of the week again, Friday Fictioneers par Ms. Rochelle. This week’s image is courtesy of the very kind Scott.

I have come up with a poem for my contribution this week, please feel free to comment and leave constructive criticisms. As always, you are more than welcome to join in the fun and participate. THANKS FOR ALWAYS STOPPING BY!

Image courtesy of Scott

A-top the lone tree for hours we would sit
Innocent and gay, childlike we were
Taking in nature’s silence &its expanse wasteland
Love and lust in our thin(ly) shaded eyes
Desire riding on the coattail of our every thought
 The northern wind blowing high and low
 Stilling our hearts on quiet spring days