Mom Doesn’t Wear A Cape
Mom is too busy to iron her cape
living recycled days of work, chores, repeat
While the family basks in victories
she can never accept defeat.
Mom plows on in sickness and in health
because there’s no changing of the guard
She’s forced to hold it all together
even if life is a falling house of cards.
She finally has a moment of peace
while everyone is in bed asleep
Preparing for the storms of tomorrow
in a dark lonely corner, she weeps.
“Mothers are the world’s greatest resource.” – The Lonely Author
Miss you Mom
Photo of Gal Gadot of Wonder Woman fame taken from Google Images.
And now back to our regularly scheduled programming (yes you guessed it) – LOVE.
we are one
Please don’t ask me what are we
For the tugging of your heart is my gravity
You are gentle wind chimes ringing in my soul
as our broken pieces join to make us whole
You are the raging percussion inside my chest
I am the ebb and flow of your warm breast
We are the scorching heat of a solar flare
a refreshing breeze running through your hair
We are twin flames burning in sweet harmony
illuminating together cause we fit so perfectly
We are summer just before autumn has begun
My love we are and always will be one.
“In a world of temporary things, you are a perpetual feeling.” – Sanober Khan
Photo from Google Images.
she is love
She is a goddess
reigning over poetry and prose.
The divinity of her words
written by a siren so sublime,
inspires heaven and earth
my body and soul.
She is all of that,
and so much more.
Befitting of one description,
she is love.
Photo from Google Images. No credits provided.
Huddled Inside My Soul
Come to me
On your darkest day.
as shadows consume your light,
as tears douse the overwhelming fires
choking you in their solitary smoke.
Come to me
when your heart falls into the abyss
drowning in dark seas of solitude,
in a world eclipsed by loneliness.
Come to me
I can make you whole,
basking in my light,
once you are
huddled inside my soul.
Photo from Google Images
The Beautiful Redhead
She wore her red hair
like a fragrance by Chanel.
An elegant tapestry of
silky curls and waves.
The ebb and flow of her locks
calming like a starry night.
If she only knew
what I would give
to caress her hair tonight.
Photo of redhead from Google Images.
DISCLAIMER: I am the Lonely Author and I approve of this message.
The Way Things Used To Be
Our home has become as lonely
as the last leaf on a dying tree
laughter no longer reverberates against walls
we consummated with our love
old arguments replay themselves endlessly
like a scratched record avoiding the next beat
the eerie shadows of who we once were
turn us into restless spirits of the night
as we haunt ourselves with stained memories of
the way things used to be
Photo from Google Images
Letters Of Love
I retrieved the letters of love you sent
With words of eternity in smeared ink
Deceit accompanied every loving phrase
Promises fading with these yellow sheets
I breathed and lived every word of hope
and every vow you never meant to keep
I will tear up all of your letters of love
The way you shred our trust and vows
Rip up every photograph we have taken
set fire to these once cherished treasures
quietly watch the wind blow the embers away
along with the eternal love you promised me
Image borrowed from Google.
One Woman Man (100 Words)
Tony sat alone at a restaurant.
A sleek brunette sat at a table near him. Her skirt rode up her silky thighs revealing more than he expected.
His attention appeared to amuse her.
Damn, she caught me watching her. Tony looked away.
Tired of being single, he looked back at her. Beautiful.
Lipstick easing over her pouty lips, she stopped to give him a long lingering stare.
Oh, the chemistry. He groaned. She feels it too.
Tony shifted in his seat to conceal his excitement.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah,” he assured his twelve year old daughter. “It couldn’t be better.”
Photo taken from Pinterest
Astronaut Jack Archer stared through the cracked window. The sun appeared like a bright yellow pin prick in the universe.
The ship’s lights flickered.
After the damaged suffered on the rough landing, power may last days or hours.
Archer knew the risks when he volunteered for this mission. He didn’t care.
Life on Pluto couldn’t be any colder or more desolate than living on Earth without his late wife.
He clipped her photo to the dashboard. He would be happy to die admiring her face.
She would bring him eternal peace.
Power suddenly shutoff.
Infinite darkness invaded the tiny vessel.