So Precious, So Ephemeral

A soft breeze drifts by
as you open your eyes
to the rising sun
emitting an ivory light,
so breathless, so beautiful,
full of life.

The scent of fresh grass,
a newborn’s cry,
birds singing their song
to the whispering wind.

Feelings emerge,
overwhelming you.
Love… life… everything nice.
The birth of a new day…

but everything changes…
when the sun starts to set
from day to night –
yellow, pink, purple, navy
BLACK!

Soon the twinkling stars
will disappear…
loneliness, fear, neglect,
guilt and shame,
who is to blame?

The breathing of the lungs
in and out,
the chest continually rising
up and down,
so quiet, so still…

The rose withers away,
no longer beautiful,
no longer loved.

The beating of the heart
starts to dissipate.
Time is ticking
away.

Blood clotting in the heart,
memories clogging the mind.
The flicker of hope
begins to dim…

A knock at the door,
it is time…

Life…
so precious,
so ephemeral.

Moon Shine

I noticed that the challenge for this week was “Moon Shine” so it seemed like a perfect time to post this poem 🙂

Ominous

Moonbathing

Whistling throughout the night,
the wind rustles the trees,
the grass, my glistening
fur coat
as I lie
on the wet soil, sniffing
the air, refreshing
after the last
rainfall.

Crystal droplets gleam
in the moonlight.
The crickets chant
vibrates in my ear,
melodic, soothing, hypnotic,
as white light dances
in the water.

Ripples of beauty
cascading throughout the pond,
mesmerizing,
and then I see her.

The small of her back, exposed
above a silky fabric
gently floating in the air.
Skin so smooth, so white,
like porcelain,
so very, very cold.

Her body drifts
toward me,
glistening
in the moonlight.
Under the twinkles
in the sky,
her soul
will be
reborn.

I close my eyes and howl.

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The Paper Box

While looking through pages and pages of my journals to compile my poetry book, I came across this poem that I wrote a couple years ago when I thought I had lost my best friend.  I had forgotten that I had wrote this and it brought back sweet memories.

The Paper Box

I looked down at the crisp sheet of paper.
I had written his name in cursive letters.
Whether it was superstition
or a sign of faith,
I slipped his name into a paper box.

My best friend had been gone for days.
Where did he go?
I didn’t know.
I looked far and near –
from the neighborhood to the parks,
I searched everywhere.

I longed to see his face –
his round little eyes,
his pink curling tongue,
his floppy, girly ears.
I wanted to hold him near.
I wished that he was happy.
Yearning for his return,
hoping and praying,
and continually saying
that he was “OK.”
Then my prayers were answered
and he came home one night.

Wagging his tail and full of life,
pouncing with all his might.
He was glad to be home.
We embraced him with our love.
He had been gone for a week.

His energy decreased
after the first night
and he refused to eat.
Skinny and starving,
looking frail and weak.
My heart ached to see him.
The poor boy was ill,
but I loved him still.
With tender loving care –
stroking, feeding, petting –
Slowly, but surely,
we nursed him to health.

Happy was home,
that much is true,
Paper box, thank you!

A photo of Happy
A photo of Happy