AprilDawn

AprilDawn May 2014

I inhale fuchsia
I feel amethyst purple envelope me
I breathe out turquoise
I crave coral
I cling to royal blue
I am entranced by lilac
I let  maraschino cherry red invigorate me
I spy light spring  green
Navy sails away with me
I  get  elegantly persuaded by  classic black
every stitch
has my rapt attention
nuances take center stage
each piece
has a tale
to spin
of past encounters
while fantasies of
future engagements
shine brilliantly on teeming racks.

Looking through my walk in closet one day ( back 2006 oh how I miss it too), this poem sprung to mind.I think it is a very girly themed poem focused on colors and plans !When I wrote this the actual color mentioned was typed in that color.That is not possible on this site.

#threads

AprilDawn May 2014

Gushy

early morning skies
pour cooling spring rains
thunder rumbles and grumbles
I am not yet asleep
   from last night's late endeavors
lightening streaks through
the window shades
keeps my eyes too well lit
steady torrents make wells of mud
all the places our pups  love to lie in
today  will be
   a wet  dog smell  kind of  day.

Storms use to lull me to sleep.Not so much anymore...
written May 2014

#stormymaydays

AprilDawn May 2014

Smashed Taters

boiled
naked

South American tuber

whipped into a frenzy

dairy alterations

makes
a creamy smothered

tongue

dressed in a
silken coat of
carbohydrate glory.

Ah the making of that glorious comfort and Sunday or holiday staple food ...

#mashedup

AprilDawn May 2014

Propel

forward
I have to feel
  this moment
as it throbs  with life
cannot  take
a step or two back
without colliding
full throttle
into  a sad void
of hazy days gone by.

Written in 06 or 07 , finished today.Grabbing my future with two hands after tragedy , was something I had to force myself to do.Try not to live in yesterday.Appreciate the present and future , because I can.Not everyone has this luxury to be alive ....

#livethemoments

AprilDawn May 2014

Sunday Breakfast

Griddle sermons

Would you like
some philosophy
with those fried eggs ?

Free advice
cascades like rivers
of fresh juice
greasy story tongs
lift crackling sausages
upon serving plates
dressed with buttered toast
jam-packed with
social commentary
a side order
of cautionary tales
dished out hot
regales
patiently gleaming forks
awaiting their reason
for being

What’s that burning smell?

Someone asks

breakfast sizzles onward
undeterred
arrival time –
indefinite.

When we lived with my parents for a few years last decade...Dad loved making Sunday breakfast.Crepes specifically.This got published in my college lit mag and it won third place in a poetic contest.

#daddydoesbreakfast

AprilDawn May 2014

Bedtime Story

darkened eyes
read
Illuminating
Words
absorb well woven
  language
into deeply  recessed
caverns
flashlight of  knowledge
soothes  a weary heart.

I use to read before bed for many years .

#goodnightfables

AprilDawn May 2014

Five Haikus for class Feb 2005

Orb of amber sizzling-
like fried egg,
on griddle blue sky.

Peanut butter puffs
fill the air-
spotted dog reclines,
dreaming of steak.

Beaded lamp shines-
across desk, dresses
dark corners in light.

                   Purple velvet sky -
                 sprinkled rhinestone stars,
                  fuchsia horizon beckons.

                   Empty Koi pond, dark
                  murky water hosting only –
                       green algae.

Two of these made it to my college literary magazine for publishing !

#shortandsweet