Through shuttered windows
I can glimpse her beauty
She’s surrounded by a haze of light
The grace she expresses glows
We all wonder at her strength
To hold herself up
Alone
Every night
Just for us
Watching over us
Silently sleeping in her wake.
These late night conversations are brief
But I whisper to her
Secret sentences
She’s longed to hear
Since the beginning of time.
“You are appreciated, even in our slumber.
Thank you for letting us rest.”
And through the shutters
She smiles.
Bottled sand
With honey in the sky
Oozing in the distance
With the sun
Setting on the horizon-
What a sight.
Tip the bottle
Uncorked
And watch the
Sand, sea, sun
Tumble out in waves.
A metamorphosis
Shedding skin
Beauty
And youthful wonder
To gain something more mature.
It’s not abandoning the old
But keeping it in a memory box
Pulling out the past
To renew
Become anew.
Your chilled heart
Races through the wind
To surround me.
Your tender kisses
On my cheeks melt,
A lingering damp greeting.
Let me warm you
As I mold your body
With my fingertips
Until the chill makes them numb-
You’re so beautiful,
I can’t resist the urge
To touch.
Age allows vanity-
Put your best face forward
And show your grace and grin.
Feeling like a million bucks
With someone else’s hair.
It’s the only way I knew you
And you were loving
And perfect.
What a shock that those faux locks
Weren’t yours,
But it changed nothing.
It’s been years,
And yet, I wonder…
Were you buried whole
Or is your pièce de résistance missing?
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Our visit was brief
But necessary.
It was good to
Get back to my roots-
Seeing you
Brought back so many memories.
Hearing you call out to me
Made me feel like a toddler
Stumbling over their feet
When they’re learning to walk,
But trusting
That you’ll be there
To catch them
When they fall.
Thank you for reminding me
Of who I am-
The strength I was born with.
Our bittersweet goodbyes
Will not last forever.
I leave,
Walking away
With sand trailing behind me,
But turn back
For one last glance.
Just in time
To watch you wave.
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Isn’t it amazing
How the simplicity
Of water
Falling
Has the ability to
Purify the transgressions of the world
And set our minds at ease
To start anew?
The act of falling-
A devastating blow-
Occurs before we build
Ourselves back up.
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You may be beautiful,
But what more do you have?
With looks, but no money?
I’ll pay you for your worth.
Some coins for your teeth
Royal with their pearly crowns.
A dozen dollars for your hair
Locks of their own without being captured by keys.
I gave you freedom from your looks
In exchange for a human toy.
Yes, you’re a lovely lady, doll.
Chirping perching sing me song
Birds singing through the dusk and dawn
Show them singing is never wrong
Chirping! Perching! … Sing me a song!
Just keep on singing all day long
‘Til beauty has overcome brawn
Chirping… Perching… Sing me a song
Birds, singing through the dusk… and dawn.
NaPoWriMo prompt for day 23
It started with one
A single caterpillar was infected
With beauty
It grew like normal
And transformed like normal
And became a butterfly.
This butterfly was pulchritudinous, as usual,
But when it came to mating,
It laid thrice as many eggs.
Caterpillars turned butterflies-
Leaves being demolished by ugly little insects
Turning into beautiful monsters
Flying throughout the sky.
The skies were made of wings,
The ground covered in dead grass
Due to the aesthetic apocalypse.