Showing posts with label carryontues. Show all posts
Showing posts with label carryontues. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Come fly with me

You came to me and stood by my side.
With the wind on our faces
we spread our arms wide like wings
and soared to the places we'd dreamed of.



Carry on Tuesday #139 - Come Fly with Me


I love this prompt. The words were famously sung by Frank Sinatra, but my take took me to a more Rumi-inspired place.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Little I ask

Between you and I
there's so little that
goes unsaid. My
few wants are on your
lips before I
even have time to speak.


Carry on Tuesday -- little I ask, my wants are few

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

I saw it in the mirror

I saw it 
in my face, I could
not hide

the smile
you planted, a seed
that grew

from warm
regard deep in my
chest to

a full-fledged
blossoming thing splayed
across my cheeks.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Saved by the bell haikus

"Saved by the bell" is the prompt for Carry on Tuesday. And it conjures so many different things for me!

SIT CALM
Saturday mornings
I spent with Bayside High School
I miss Zack Morris

---

RINGSIDE
He starts with such fight
Throwing jabs and lefts and rights
But a hook stops him

---

PAY THE TOLL
I'm not an island
My life is your life, and your
death is also mine

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Sometimes

"we are each the love of someone's life"

Sometimes he smiled
shyly sneaking glances
from across the classroom

Sometimes he slipped
his hand into hers as they
walked through the hallways

Sometimes he dreamed
of waiting for her at the
end of a church aisle

Sometimes he laid
his head on her lap and wished
she didn't have to go

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Carry on Tuesday -- Do you remember what we promised when we met...?

THE SQUEAKY WHEEL

You walked into my life
and I was paralyzed.
Truly.

You walked across the way
and loosened me up.
Thankful.

We promised to move forward
and journey.
Together.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Carry on Tuesday - one misty moisty morning

7 A.M.

He fell out of my bed
one misty moisty morning
and said he no longer loved
the smell of my damp skin
or the freckles on my nose.

He fell out of my bed
and I felt the cool
deadness of the cotton sheets
that smelled moisty and misty
without his heat to warm them.
 

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