April Fools

The fools come out
On April first
Dressed in their best
Dressed in their worst
With clown noses and monocle eyes
Tossing decks of cards in the sky
One performed a trick
With a bottle of coke
Shook it up
And caught one in the eye
We all had a laugh at the gaffe
Folly ruled the night
Farewell revelers
Until next April, they chimed

Traces

Traces of loving kindness
First began with a glimpse
Of a man beholding a woman
On a still afternoon
Then awakened with a kiss
And love blossomed in bliss
Hearts were renewed by their embrace
The old ones beheld the young couple
And they showered blessings on the place
The lady was given a special grace
The village lamented their wedding day
For they were set to run away
But their hopeful spirits remained
Traces of their footprints are molded in clay

The Sower (Pt III)

Then, her eyes ran over the dirty faces of her children. Using the skirt of her wine colored dress, she wiped away their filth. “Clean yourselves up. We have a guest,” she commanded and the little ones bolted to the vine house.

“My children needn’t clean for me,” the sower chimed in. He was most flattered by his wife's gesture. He leaned in, to press a kiss against her hot forehead, but she dodged him.

“It isn’t for you,” she answered icily. The sower paused at her words. Who could this guest be? His wife beheld his cart of vegetables in astonishment.

“Ah, see! Didn’t I tell you my labor would pay off,” the sower laughed. She didn’t answer, quietly settling her gaze into the distance. Now an anxiousness had pressed against his chest. What awaited them, he did not know. The wind also hinted of the unknown storm.

His wife hastened inside to prepare for the new visitor. She ran her fingers through her matted hair and softened it with shampoo. Her hands groped her new, yellow dress. She sacrificed everything she owned. Yet, her world was growing divine. Her mind fancied herself in a golden gown with a satin train. She witnessed the rouge in her cheeks blossoming like sweet raspberries. And how glorious were her dark, long tresses dropping to the earth. Her dreams were vivid now and she tasted them on the tip of her tongue.

The great roar of a car engine interrupted her thoughts. She ran out to meet the metal contraption. The sower watched in horror as the truck sputtered in the direction of his wife. It stopped abruptly and a stranger climbed out, donning a cowboy hat. His wife gave a hearty hello and embraced him while the sower settled back and chewed his thoughts.

Simply Snicker Challenge #4

This week's Simply Snicker's Challenge includes the words marvel, master, and miss.

Given to a special grace
She marveled not at her wrinkled face
But surmised a cream would leave no trace
Of age’s cruel humor and taste
A master of her indulgent flare
She applied too much and many stared
She missed, of course, one important lesson
So subtle, she is still left guessing

Sky Watch Friday: Amongst The Clouds

Amongst the clouds

The world appears so tiny

You can capture people

With your fingertips

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Familiar Face

Because she possessed a familiar face
His eyes were transfixed upon her
Whether a dream or an old embrace
He sincerely pondered
Because she possessed a familiar face

The Impatient Boy

The impatient boy
With fire in his eyes
Burns with a passion
His gaze is always towards the sky
His gait moves with time
And his engagements are always hasty
He never finishes a glass
And his seat is always taken
He perceives not the time
Nor the hours of awakening
Listless, he runs into snares
Abandoning his soul ashaken
He laughs very little
And refuses to play with his lot
Threatens God in his madness
Pleads to pockets when he's broke
Running in infinite circles
And rising up like smoke