Don't go. Go. You're my baby... but you've grown up. I'll miss you. I love you. I'll always be here, when you need me. Don't go. DON'T GO! I *sigh* and *sniff* and close my eyes and breathe deep. go...
Category: Poems
Alliterations, Cacophony, Consonance, Elisions,
Diction, Homonyms, Hyberboles, Imagery, Irony,
Oxymorons, Prosody, Puns, Metaphors, Rhymes,
Synonyms, Tones, Similes and Smiles.
YETI
How can I love you - a cup? You are reliable. You do the job you said you'd do, keeping my drink icy all day and night. You are effortless. I wash you like an ordinary cup and easily clutch you in my hand. You are pretty. Mint green isn't my usual color, but you… Continue reading YETI
Don’t Dance
Born in the 70's, a teen through the 80's: dances, posters, concerts and parties rule but many many years wage on like war and then it's a hip happenin' 80's dance party so I danced like I was a teen again but alas, my body loses the battle and I wonder if this new land… Continue reading Don’t Dance
Independence Day
Barbeques, fireworks parades, star spangles, contests freedom won at cost.
Veggies
Conference go-ers steal all the vegetables I lack vitamins.
Father of my Child
Oh! Viking man of my heart, how do I love you so hard still, after all of these years? Frustrations, separations, adventures and complications have all participated in a marriage grown stronger as our bodies grow weaker. I feel like Shakespeare who penned, “I would not wish anyone but you…” or like Solomon who sang… Continue reading Father of my Child
A Sensory Explosion
Strange odors drift under my nose fruity, salty, spicy, greasy - creating both yearning and revulsion. Cacophonous noise echoes around me friends laugh, babies cry, grandma yells shall I focus on them, or plug my ears? Toddler bounces on my bench, football player stamps the floor, my table, drink and pen shake. Star-spangled shorts, ribbon-ed… Continue reading A Sensory Explosion
Bookstore
Colors, shapes, pictures line wooden shelves. Not enough chairs for paying customers, kick out the loiterer and take his chair. Is it my fault, just because I bought a coffee? Picture cc0 by Pixabay
Dawn Marie Paul 