Endurance (Haiku Heights)

Hi all,

I have been away from blogging longer than expected. I am happy to write a new haiku for Haiku Heights, and the theme is endurance. Hope you enjoy!

Endless and timeless
Your words endure and echo
Speaking to my heart

Comeback (Acrostic)

It’s been a long time since I’ve written an acrostic. This is written for Acrostic Only. Hope you enjoy!!

Cradle me once more
Open up your heart
Make this moment beautiful
Empty out your doubts
Back into these memories
Allow the blue skies
Calling one more time
Kiss and love me

Moon Chasing

It’s a beautiful night for moon chasing
All you need is a pair of legs
A fresh pair of eyes
And an open heart
Happy Sky Watching all!!

Underground (O.S.I.)

Hi all,

Here is my poem for O.S.I. This week's theme is underground.

If these feelings escape the corridor of my soul
And race along the staircase of my bones
Pry away the keys of my heart
And leap from the window of my mouth
Words may escape that I cannot take back
Though I may hide them in the black
Between the laughter of flattering lips
May they flutter and lock themselves in darkness

Music (Haiku Heights)

Hi all,

It has been awhile since I've written for Haiku Heights. So here is my take and this week's theme is music.


How my eyes close down
And hear instruments in wind
Symphony anew

Does the sound surprise
Or make music in you breathe
Heart and lungs suffice

Blinding Beautiful Light

My heart
Gravitates
To the blinding
Beautiful light
Of the sun

Happy Sky Watch!!

Feather (Haiku)

Hi all,

I am writing a pair of haikus for Haiku Heights. The theme this week is feather.

Could you be ever
Lighter and follow the wind
As feathers off course

If the heavy heart
Sheds her old feathers she shall
Discover new love

Notebook (O.S.I.)

Hi all,

I've written the following poem for O.S.I. The theme this week is notebook.

I comb my thoughts upon this page
And turn it over on its back
As syllables rise and thoughts escape
I tattoo them on my notebook’s face

I dare not let a soul resurrect
The emotions that my heart has kept
No prying hands to open up
In secret do I bury my thoughts

Rambling (O.S.I.)

Hi all,

This poem is written for O.S.I. This week's theme is rambling.

Us
Rambling
Foolish hearts
Sitting real tall
Shooting with the wind
Riding the morning sun
Chasing our stilted shadows
Following children after dark
Drinking in summer’s endless nights

Up
Rambling
The dawn laughs
Wet, new morning
Rain showers soak us
Dancing feet in couplets
Embracing the body of time
Riding on the surprise of love
Living and loving and rambling on

Place (O.S.I.)

Hi all,

Here are a few verses for O.S.I. The theme this week is place:

I have carved a place
In the crevice of your heart
Warm, abiding space of love
I wrap myself giddy
In the tapestry of your touch

Hollow (O.S.I.)

Hi all,

This week's theme at O.S.I. is hollow. I am using alliteration in this piece.

Her hollow heart
Halfway
Healing
Hurting
Hiding
Hoping and
Holding her
Horrors
Heroines with halos
Hoist her
High
Helium and heat
Horizon
Heaven
Healing
Her hollow heart

Anne's Heart

Hi all,


I am writing this short story for Thursday Tales. The photo is by Media Bistro. I hope you enjoy it!

Anne’s heart went pitter patter against her chest. She felt it rise, leap, and rattle in her ribcage. Robert wrapped a blindfold around her eyes. The color of the fabric was dark as midnight. He caressed her long, red hair as it settled against her waist.

“Are you ready for the surprise,” he whispered. He pressed his lips against her neck.

“Yes,” she squealed in one, excited breath.

“Wait here,” he instructed. She heard his heavy boots scuttle against the floor. His walk had always been loud, defiant, and clunky. She couldn’t help but laugh. She lifted her hands midair. The walls grew distant as she settled into nothingness. She drifted into the great silence around her.

Robert spun her around and they embraced. Anne’s world remained dark and she grew impatient.

“Can I look now?”

“Not yet,” Robert laughed. He opened the palms of her hand and dropped a small, red box. Then, he released her from the darkness.

Anne gazed down at the box and shook it. She heard the clinging of a chain rattling snakelike. As Anne tore away the red ribbon, she sprung open its contents.

She ran her fingers along a beautiful, gold heart. She opened the lock and discovered a tiny picture of her and Robert. Tears trickled along the sides of her cheeks.

“I love my heart,” she cried. Love poured out of Anne in new measure. She pressed the lock against her chest and lost herself in a passionate embrace.

Pause (O.S.I.)

Hi bloggers,

This poem is written for O.S.I. The theme this week is pause.

She paused
With each heart beat
Rising crescendo
Butterfly heart
Singing alive
She paused
Full of rhythm
And soul
Red beauty
Pulsating and whole
Laying her palm
Against her chest
She paused