Let’s pretend to be friends and talk about things we hear and see. Discussing the weather, the world, and the news. Everything, except you and me. Let’s pretend to be friends as we exchange snippets of our lives. The designers we so love bags and shoes we both covet “I…
Tag: #Poetry
I am once again savoring… #BlogchatterBlogHop
I am once again savoring… The lull of sleep and waking up to new dreams. I am once again savoring… Languorous mornings tranquil afternoons and lit evenings. I am once again savoring… what I thought I had lost, hope, faith, and belief. I am once again savoring… the power of…
Where does love go when love ends?
Where does love go when love ends? Do you look for it in that toothbrush left behind? Or in the spine of the book placed face down, half-read. Do you breathe it in from fast fading fragrances on clothes, or think you glimpsed it in a passing blur on the…
A New Relationship
We are no longer friends Too far from being enemies just yet We are practicing our moves The stage is set. We invisibly circle each other Readying for an attack We bruise each other with words Careful to see to it that we use tact. Our defenses are up, emotional…
To love a Woman #WriteBravely
What makes a woman happy? Baubles and flowers? Chocolates and fragrances? A handful of stars? No Sir, you are wrong there, that’s not what it is. Come with me into the mind of a woman Because her happiness lies in this; Trust her, love her Care for her like she’s…
Making God Laugh #WriteBravely
This is a story of not so long ago When I wasn’t so smart, but thought I was so One day I sat down, with paper and pen To chart out my future from now to then I listed out all the things that I wanted to do…
Hey Santa!
Hey Santa! Christmas is coming! Are you on your way here? Your sled filled with presents pulled forward by Rudolph and other deer. I’m sure you have something for everyone and no one is left without. I do hope you have assurance for someone who is always filled with…
Surprise! #FridayFotoFiction #Week4
He told her to be at the restaurant at eight She blushed, promising she wouldn’t be late She dressed to the nines brushed her hair till it shined She drove to the restaurant Wondering what would be ‘the surprise’ She practiced her reaction Then laughed at herself, rolling her eyes…
Verbal Paint
I am an artist Words are my paint I use them to colour emotions Laughter, surprise, joy or pain Life is my canvas My feelings are shades and hues The crimson of passion. The black of fear The green of envy. The calm of blue The yellow of hope when…
Between the Pages
People are like books Don’t judge them by their covers For what’s on display and what is inside Differs from one to another Some books are so attractively packaged They are the first to attract you on the shelves As soon as you turn the pages you realize, they are…