You open your eyes
and awake to a sunlit room
with birds chirping in the sky
and your sweetie sleeping
next to you.
Lying on clean sheets
with double happiness
signs above you.
Listening to his breathing
puts you at ease.
Last night’s memories
feels like a dream.
Your light blue veil billows in the wind, your dress train cascades on the lush green grass as you walk down the aisle, arm and arm with Dad.
Sparkling smile, sparkling dress. He takes your hand, you look into his eyes. You exchange vows over the beautiful reservoir under the bright blue sky.
Kissing under the gazebo, hand in hand, man and wife walk down the aisle, greeted by family and friends.
bits and pieces
come back to you…
The promises he made while he held your hand. The promises you made while looking into his eyes. The toast your best friend gave that made you want to cry.
The first dance in your wedding dress. The first bite of cake you tasted together. The little girl that caught your bouquet. All the little things that he said, that she said, that they said were cool.
Your hair feeling like a bird’s nest. You can barely walk, but everyone says you’re beautiful. You have 51 bobby pins in your hair, and you just don’t care, dancing to the music.
It’s all so surreal,
but it’ll definitely be captured
on the highlight reel,
as you look back on yesterday
lying next to your sweetie,
today, tomorrow, and for the rest
of your life.
High on the mountaintop
in the dark of night,
we see a shimmering sea
of florescent orange lights.
A twinkle here, a sparkle there,
no currents, only man-made waves –
cellular, radio, satellite –
connecting you, me, and the world…
wide web, surfing an intangible
ocean, as the lights flicker
and shimmer. We admire
the cool night breeze, the smell
of dry grass, the sound
of singing crickets, the feel
of soft dirt on the bottom
of our soles, as we breathe in
the fresh air, high above
the orange ocean.
I’ve been having a slight writer’s block lately and can’t seem to be inspired to write poetry. I decided to try something different and pulled out my book on Impressionists, hoping it would inspire me somehow. Looking at these beautiful paintings did trigger me to think, feel and sense various emotions. These two haiku are based on my reactions to paintings by Edouard Manet.
Behind railway bars, the little aristocrat dreams to be free.
The ice cream’s melting, wealthy youth stares at nothing, life drip-drips away.
Her slippers weren’t made of glass
They were faded with stringy holes
Her dresses were made and simply sewn
From the remnants of old flour sacks
With much love and motherly care
Two things her life never did lack
Poor, loved and protected,
She was the sweetest of gullible
And with the voice of an angel
She sang throughout the town
Skipping from shop to shop,
Dancing in her patch-work gown.
Her life wasn’t full of glittery flair
But her eyes sparkled more than most
And though her hair wasn’t shiny gold
All the other girls envied her tresses
Her mother’s brush made doubly sure
It never tangled up into messes
‘Tis the story of a normal girl
Who could dance like no other.
Floating and fluttering; to and fro