Palm Strong

Held to Earth by fiber and root Palm leaves contort in the wind like words flung across a thunder filled room, end over end, between our quarreling anger You have no idea the effect your words had on me last night in bare feet, water dripping from just-shampooed hair and frustrated eyes, I wrapped a shield of silence around my body, a security blanket, while your voice boomed its disapproval Palm leaves wiggle and chatter, each frond single yet attached to the petiole, every petiole dependent on the rooted stem In stormy weather it’s tossed but it’s flexible, not allowing … Continue reading Palm Strong

Morning Meditation 3.19.14

Song and Dance The moist, fertile breath of March cools my morning face Sparrows cut a ruckus, wings akimbo, in the palm tree while golden honeybees float between pear blossoms, a mini ballet A glint of red in an azure sky, Coast Guard chopper jitterbugs overhead among the lazy background bustle of the city, it all melds together, an outdoor theater for my pleasured senses. Continue reading Morning Meditation 3.19.14

The In-Between Time

The in-between time falls in soft silence, cloudy blue is the color of its’ face. A time of gathering up, of languid preparation, a slow easing into the coming darkness. It’s for low laughter and the clink of wine glasses, night blooming Jasmine and whispered secrets, dew covered toes and hidden kisses. It’s for drawing in and settling the lessons of the day, then filing them in a closet in your mind and closing the door. __________________________ Originally published on my Tumblr in participation with the 365/52 writing prompt site. Shared on dVerse Poets Pub, an online poetry community where … Continue reading The In-Between Time

December Unrecognized

the sun teases cold weary hibernators lusting for palm fronds throwing shadows onto patio bricks, the cutting wind is alien in the land of temperate breezes, the icy rain unwelcome as we cover our heads in fleece-lined hoodies, cursing whatever god guided winter weather in the wrong direction while our shorts and tank tops wait impatiently for southern-kissed skin _______________________________ Shared on dVerse Poets Pub, an online community of poets who share their work and support each other. Continue reading December Unrecognized

Orange

Deliberate footsteps fell one behind the other onto cracked concrete, heel then toe clad in cleat soled hiking boots laced in orange, the color of warning signs and life jackets and hard hats and reflective patches and safety cones, the color of his teeth and hair and eyelashes and the letters in his head that flashed but made no words only floated razor-sharp before his omnivorous eyes a breadcrumb trail to inevitability Continue reading Orange