Wandering through stalls
On Bruges’ market day
we bought bread, cheese, flowers
then headed home to play
We romped and chatted, napped a bit,
awakened, opted to stay
within the walls of our wee flat,
neither tempted to stray
Perfect joy
Aug 042011
Aug 042011
On bench beneath magnolia’s boughs
we overcame fatigue
sat closely, hands entwined like vows
commitment promising
…
Momentous this occasion proved
concreting years en coupled
no other have I ever loved
together, rapture doubled
Jul 272011
I fumble for the keys while keeping the banter going one more glance like that we'll christen the welcome mat
*inspired by Three Word Wednesday, Fumble, Banter, Glance
Jul 182011
Is it your goal to make amends
Rewrite the past
Or just pretend
That none of it ever happened?
…
I’ ve made my peace
Learned to release
Will you confront or just appease
The dark dog gnawing at your soul?
You’re its master. You’re in control.
It’s time
Take responsibility
For what you’ve grown to be
…
Hurry!
Time could run out
Let’s face it…
I’m not getting any younger… and neither are you.
*Prompted by Jenny Matlock’s Saturday Census, but 25 words simply were not enough!
Jul 162011
~ July 16, 2011 ~ Small Stone ~
Challenging
But worth it
It’s rewarding
At a price
Gratifying,
Yet great effort
This funny thing called life
With another
