peach
color
fine fruit
nectarine
bit of blush
sweet preserves
fuzzy and round
refreshing juice
Georgia orchard
cut up on ice cream
tasty freshly picked
great in a cobbler
peach is a marvel
she makes a fine pie
It’s the middle ground,
a luscious sweet spot.
Mellow medium,
leaving you aligned.
Rhythm in balance.
Just the pitch pipe,
sound permeates.
Kindling on fire,
enough to toast.
Not too high,
not too low..
alto flames.
Main source,
mezzo
tone.
attracted to light
landing on my porch
delighting faeries
not a damselfly
not a firefly
from the near woods
child of the night
a dainty wisp
just visiting
something lithe
something light
mystical
pea green
luna
moth
harried freeway drive
stress in the morning
stress in the evening
tension in my back
waiting for a crash
race car drivers
stressing me out
motorcycles
sirens flashing
semi trucks
traffic stops
terrified
freeway
tension
car
I’m a Monday girl
waking with the Sun.
Revved up and ready,
just give me coffee.
Ambition on fire.
I will show you
what I can do.
I was resting
now I’m solid.
In the air
it begins,
a vision.
Ready
to press
start.
May
flowers
warm air
may baskets
dafodills
tulip fest
graduation
post prom parties
senior skip day
balmy weather
preparing garden
sandals and beaches
a summer romance
memorial day
veterans in parade
in most recipes
tickles the taste buds
pro-superstitious
sugar’s opposite
potato friendly
a stimulant
found in ocean
necessary
sharp white sprinkles
pepper’s mate
on table
tasty
spicy
salt
Big leap from pencil
Exclamation marks
Scribbles and whorls
Paragraph writing
Not erasable
A cartoonist
Writer of prose
Middle school
Soiled fingers
Permanent
Poetry
Penmanship
Bluish
Tattoo
Ink
It's too dark for her.
She daubs mascara on glass.
The mirror has no arms...
Night's just in the morning.
There existing, the eyes ran
Upon former years, tears
The mood stops, reflecting
Make faces, she's mine
Broken embers from limbs
Vice and crash,
Both's empty blood —
She's twisting surfacing
Barbwire that
Blocks out
Shards
Apparitions behind every mottled rock.
Shaded countenance surreptitious like shadows.
Fractured slivers and fragments boast -
On wall, ceiling and floor.
Splattered drop cloth - reflective dread.
Fun house of Zeus,
The zigs and zags -
Thundering fakes, illuminated lies.
She claws her face.
Crags of wilderness.
Deep etched drama.
Whirlwind’s not glue.
One face.
One mirror.
Truth
No, it's not too late;
It's n e v e r too late
to make your wrongs right,
to chase after dreams,
to a p o l o g i z e.
It's not too late
to fall in love,
to tell someone
your true feelings...
or to try
again, as
long as you
have breath
within...
you.
bask with me, sweetheart,
in the a f t e r g l o w
of gloaming sunset.
by nightfall, let's smile
with the crescent moon,
sing with the birds,
sigh with the wind,
wink at the stars;
all snuggled up...
in comfort,
if you feel
so inclined.
well, what
do you
say?
A song on repeat,
you just let it spin.
For the sole purpose
to maim and torture,
on an endless loop.
The lyrics burn
with a record
of an abyss
that altered me.
I believed
I was strong,
a current.
Sound-waves
prove I’m
weak.
Matthew 18:10 KJV
"Take heed that ye despise not one of these little ones; for I say unto you, That in heaven their angels do always behold the face of my Father which is in heaven."
When you have done all
Everything you can
Recall the One who
Can do what you can't
God will care for you
When we are born
Assigned to each
An Angel Guard
Theophany
Father's face
We can't see
High enceinte
Our own
Soldier
Saint
breaking out of fear
seeking peace with tear
needing freedom gear
escaping from gloom’s steer
to love, drawing near…
soul in despair
cries for blest care
against cursed stare
midst what’s unfair…
faith smites doubt
conquers pout
from guilt’s route…
pride falls
heart calls…
God!*
*1Timothy 1:17 Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honour and glory for ever and ever. Amen.
March 8, 2025
2nd place, "ONLY MARCH 2025 POSTED" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 3/9/2025
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