Along my life of wonder
chasing each star in
the heavens above.

Dreaming about the good
times when life was simple
and kind.

Dancing with nature
taking chances, wading
along the stream of life
waiting for a second
chance to look love
in the eye.

Laughter fills each
day with gratitude
walking along counting
pine cones.

Dancing with nature, I pray
I will always feel this peace
inside, a simple wild rose
finds it's way behind my
ear, while dancing and flirting
with natures ways.

(A poem taken from my (Nature Collection)

By Derena
© 2018 Derena (All rights reserved)

I dreamed of you again.
We laughed,
talked,
and loved.

You held me so tightly,
with strong,
warm
hands.

Yet touched me
so tenderly,
lovingly,
and gently.

I awoke and realized it wasn't real

I'm left with a hole
so deep,
dark,
and painful.

Longingly I wait to fill
this abysmal,
heart clenching
loneliness.

Maybe I'll stop longing
and find
my beautiful
self instead.

i just want
someone
to hold me
and tell me
i'm okay

The
distorted
feather of
cigarette
                 smoke
                                         trails
                              upwards.
             It dances
                                    on the
                                             first
                       wisp of wind;
escaping
                 the draw
                                 of cracked
                weasened
lips.
Lips
formed of
                                      withered apple skin
                                                         and stale coffee;
                                            of puckered
                         mouth
              and deep
inhales.
                             Hunched shivering
                                                       shoulders hoist a
                                                                                            shaky hand
                                                                                          toward the
                                                                                    face.
                                                A raspy exhale releases
                        another puff of smoky breath.
The icy air exaggerates
the capacity of old
and tiring lungs.

I foresee this rarely preempted fate.


I quit!