AprilDawn

AprilDawn May 2014

packets of pleasure
all wrapped and pretty
whisper sweet
everything
worried moments
swept away
with savory promises
a hollow stomach
or aching heart
fills just a little
beguiling morsels
cocktail conversation
at the bottom of
this  tray or another
lies sweet salvation
if only for tonight
tomorrow
the party’s over
all  goes back
to pumpkins, mice
and gruel  .

A party with nibbles , written in 2007

#appetizers

AprilDawn May 2014

Kidnapped

by those beats
sweep me
right into a groove
Anywhere from sad to glad
as long I can feel
them pulsing
through the floor
I think I am
going to be
Alright.

Music , always good for what ails you

#musictherapy

AprilDawn May 2014

Solar Garden

Red
Fuchsia
Purple
Cobalt
Green
Amber
White

Like stars
Low to the ground

Luminous orb
Under pygmy palm

Tiny Frog
Riding rainbow lit lily pad

Rhine maiden spotlighted

On small rock pond

Reflecting

Pagoda lanterns
On glass bar

Mirrored in pool

Seated reading girl
Nestled near tiny mimosa tree
Shimmering butterfly flutters by

Crackled globe
Casts speckled glow
Towards gnomes seated below

Peeking out through
Bushy philodendrons
Faux mosaic lamps

Cloudy days
Leave dark marks
Empty holes

Longing for lost luster

Early 2005 one of my first free form poems I ever wrote.It describes our suburban green patch in Texas . It was published in my college literary magazine and garnered my Professor's praise .

#garden

AprilDawn May 2014

Rest in Peace

Dare I inhale
Too deeply
Lest it’s
Thrown away
No explanation
Needed
My essence
Diluted by
Fury’s swift
Releasing
Freedom
To haunt hearts
Imprisoned
By
Sorrow's
Jagged
Edges

Written 2004 or 05 ,one of the early poems for my Tom.Gone too young .

#goodbye

AprilDawn May 2014

Rays

beaming all over
some other girl
what’s she got
that I don’t
you sneaky cheat
no matter how hard
you try to keep those golden fingers
just above those  lazy low flung
gray clouds
you can’t keep  hiding
from me
c’mon back
pretty please
don’t make me beg
for just  a few spare
minutes  of your  time
in  space.

That fickle sun.Some days cheating on me by spilling some beams on someone else !

#shineonme

AprilDawn May 2014

It Waits For Me

behind  every  rock
around every  corner
any breath
that  lustrous blue   sky
the last color I see
this crumb of cheese
parked on my tongue
could be the last
the last flavor
I taste
It waits for me
Knowing
I have no where to hide

More mortality musings...after my husband died so suddenly I wondered did he know that his end was near ? He didn't convey that to me in his last days.Still.

#musings

AprilDawn May 2014

Perishable

Nothing
visibly stamped
on my body
“Use By”
but I know
somewhere in the ether
a time is prescribed
I’m not a carton
of sour cream
that’s true
I am in danger
of disappearing
as are you.

Mortality musings in 2006 .

#death