Warm Heart(h)

back when I wished I could still fit
into your apron’s pocket
I watched time t(r)ick(le) off the kitchen wall
& pool in those delicate smile lines
you assembled so carefully over the years

the stories you told sounded like
filtered sunlight & the clatter of dishes
while you let me dangle my feet
off the kitchen counter
(cheeks sticky with ssshh! secret apricot jam)
when no one was watching
but you.

It has been years since I visited dVerse Poets Pub due to my lack of time to write… but for their 8th year Anniversary I just had to pen down a couple of lines. This time, Brian asks us to take a memory/moment and paint a picture of it… I hope I accomplished that.
Pay them a visit if you have a few minutes… they are wonderful poets.

Before The Dawn

back when the hours still churned slowly,
lilies grew in the palm of your hand —
rooting in deep crevices
forged by the strenuous hours of life
& every day I watched you touch their petals
with a fragile little smile, tucked
into the corner of your mouth.


most of her flaws were tucked away
at the bottom of her kitchen drawer —
held together by a dainty ribbon
& labeled “keepsakes”

they felt right at home
amidst her life’s colorful clutter.

Coffee in November

dark treat;
hot and enticing ~
alertness extracted
from the mug
to float through our veins,
to banish
remnants of sleep.

although the mornings themselves
awaken gloomy and gray,
too tired to
spread light on our beings,
they aren’t half bad
with delicious warmth
as a reliable comforter
on darkening days.

Photo credits: seattlebonvivant.typepad.com