Miracle (O.S.I.)

Hi all,

I've written the following poem for O.S.I. and the theme is miracle.

Fledgling wings
A full moon
I cup in my palms
New life
And find within its beak
A miracle
Whole, full, and sublime

And so I gaze
Through the gray and haze
And find my bird
Circling me
With gentle coos

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

Childhood (Haiku)

Hi all,

I am happy to share a pair of haikus for Haiku Heights. The theme is childhood.

I am running wild
Without direction chasing
Shadows through the green

And drink in the sky
As a river guides me to
Footprints of my youth

The Bottomless Cup

Hi all,

I am sharing one of my new short stories. I hope you enjoy the read!

There was a woman dressed in curls, which hung heavily against her back. She wore a coat of peacock feathers and paraded around town with her chin up. She was so tall she looked down on other people, and her nose crinkled when she spoke. She was strikingly beautiful as a tall, bronze woman in a sea of short, common people. One day, she heard a call which pierced her ears.

“Hey pretty thing. You lack nothing,” whistled a man with a thick, gray beard. His sunglasses shaded himself from the world.

“Why are you bothering me beggar,” she barked back. She glanced down at his lonely, old cup sinking into pavement.

“You’re blind girl. Fish through my cup. There are many riches.” The woman with curls laughed at his words. She had gone her way viewing the beggar from the corner of her eye.

A few winters had passed, but the beggar was stubborn. He held out his cup of untold riches. Then she returned except she had lost her curls along life’s journey. Her peacock coat had been plucked and lost its color. Her face had dimmed from its saintly glow and beauty had abandoned her.

“Hey pretty thing,” the beggar called. This time, she returned his question with doe eyes and empty silence.

Finally she whispered, “You remembered me?”

“Time and hardship may have claimed you but I have not forgotten. Come sweet beautiful. I’ve been waiting.” She obeyed, sat beside him, and took the cup from him. She dipped her hand inside and found only the cold, icy bottom.

“Your treasure has been lost for a time, but you will find it again,” the beggar spoke. She looked into the cup sorrowfully and a few tears fell from her cheeks. She closed her eyes to pray before thanking the man. Then, she departed into a life of humility.

The curls from her hair began to grow wildly from its roots like the bloom in spring. She fashioned a new coat from her years of toiling and sacrifice. And when she looked into the mirror, she uncovered her beauty.

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

Leap Into Sky!

Hi Skywatchers,

I hope you all enjoyed the Leap Year and the upcoming March season!

Smiling into this wonderful
Vast blue sky
Once every four years
I hug this moment
Like it’s all mine