A long hold

His days were long.
Hers was too.

His was filled with
factory work, which
stuck to his face.

Hers was filled with
five children who
stuck to her legs.

Worried sighs drew
across his brow
as he sat at the dinner

table and whispered
to my mother about
bills and layoffs.

Worried eyes met
his as she held his
hands across the dinner

table and whispered
that everything would
be just fine.

Their talks were long.
But their kisses were too.



Poetic Bloomings - Prompt #38  (Hey, that's my line!)

Semper Fidelis

~For my Marine

To say goodbye will be so hard.
I'm not the type to disregard
a love that we've been moving toward
the span of both our lives.
So, I'll stand in the Navy yard
and wave with all the wives.


Poetic Bloomings -- In-Form Poet -- Rime Couée

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.

On the surface

this pristine prison of glass
is nothing more
than your imagination running scared


Poetic Bloomings #37

Bubbling up

This welling up within me
is ready to
spill forth from the depths

a bubbling, bumbling, ungraceful love
that simply can't
be held down any longer


Poetic Bloomings #37