Slated for the Shadows

  If I lay my hand
Flat against the surface,
Palm down
fingers dipping in the salty wetness,
I can almost feel her moving.

And if I hold my face to the wind
I can almost feel the 
wisp, the whiff, her breath
Against my cheek,
tiny droplets fine and silky.

I can hear her breathe,
See her disrupt the
Silver surface and
I can watch the … Continue reading Slated for the Shadows

Poem #27

A poem a day in April!  This is my 27th poem.  Ever.  A Notable achievement if I don't say so myself.  (Do you see the prompt there?) It is a lovely afternoon We promise the dog To go for walk And find ourselves On the docks. The docks A favorite place For a sunny walk … Continue reading Poem #27

Poem #26

As I continue writing a poem a day in April, I am extra observant of my surroundings, sights, sounds, textures, careful to avoid any curs lurking about.  (Did you see what I did there - snuck in the WORST prompt word ever...) Last night was a special dinner.  My youngest daughter who was here off … Continue reading Poem #26