absence

there are things I miss
signs of past visitations
only traces remain

puff of dust

wood grain reflections
light and shadow on the floor
one small puff of dust

each the love

Prompted from Carry on Tuesday:
"We are each the love of someone’s life"



we are each the love
that makes somebody's heart sing
I know it is true

somewhere a song lifts
the soul's longing for true love
a minor refrain


blistering guitar
and sultry vocals crooning
tell me it could be true


match made in heaven
like the singer and the song
where is my grace note?


end of a long search
turning around, there you are
let's sing together

all clear up here

swish and dodge away
red-winged black bird surprised me
dashing across the trail

a bright flash above
the eagle's white tail told me:
it's all clear up here

thumpety thump-thump
whirring sound of swans landing
run across water

shhh

the stupidest things
can cause such bad behavior
let's just get along

dragging home from work
exhausted from a long day
can't I pick tonight?

longing for silence
to hear the sounds of the house
or nothing at all

open-mouthed with joy

[from Carry On Tuesday]
This week our prompt is the opening of the poem
The Poet and his Song by Paul Laurence Dunbar

"A song is but a little thing,
And yet what joy it is to sing!"

black fingers spread wide
the crow swooped across the road
open-mouthed with joy


one note symphony
a song is but a little thing
cawing's how he sings

you make me wanna wear dresses

pale bare legs
taste the weak spring sun
(they like it)

no more pants
dresses for me now
ah, sweet air!