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In my dreams
I am healthy and well
I can walk for mile upon mile
Swim in the sea like a fish
Or serve it up in a lovely
fancy dinner dish

In my dreams
I am loved
Above all else
The one and only
needed and wanted
and never lonely

In my dreams
Children are kind
respectful and loving
outside having fun
Wanting nothing more
than to play in the sun

In my dreams
Oceans run clear
Rivers are clean
cerulean skies hover above
Couples walk white sandy shores
with hands clasped gently in love

In my dreams
all my dreams do come true
Blues are just colors
Sadness is real
Life is sweet and life is long
and feelings are never surreal

Heat rises from two intwined
twisted together ever tightly
forming one hard core

Beads of sparkling clear fluid
drip between the two
sealing them together

Steam rises forming a halo
hovering above both
blessing natures union

Raindrops dance on leaves of jade
sunshine lifts the moisture heavenward
little green sprouts erupt in joy

Slipping away as a fast moving river
gathering quickly into rapids rolling
into white impending danger

What started as two meandering creeks
merged lovingly into one solid stream
become swamped by too many estuaries

Their banks crumble beneath the onslaught
unable to bear the weight of the outside
interference and heavy flood waters

Fallen logs clog the brook’s way
splitting the previously joined current
two small springs proceed alone

Water cascades against variegated slate outcroppings below her. Powerful waves recede, water slides down jagged
outcroppings to form hundreds of brilliant
little waterfalls, the water left behind chasing its mother-wave back to the sea.

I imagine Poseidon far below,
orchestrating the tide in its desire
to grab and take beneath its depths unsuspecting victims, mesmerized
by the ebb and flow of a cerulean,
but sinister sea.

His booming laughter reverberates
with each crash of an angry wave
against the packed and windswept
shore. Small sand whirls emerge
created by thousands upon thousands
of tiny Coquina clams burrowing home.

A seagull squawks in irritation,
a stronger, bigger bird stealing
it’s food treasure. More and more
seagulls circle above, their cacophony
drowning out any semblance of true
communication within the flock.

Weary of the bickering and noise,
Poseidon raises his trident to the skies,
summoning dark clouds, wind, rain
and his electrifying lightening to rid
his shore of friend, foe and fowl.
Time to go home.

In response to eugi’s Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Sultry Dreams
Prompt words – neath blissful pale skies silhouettes unite sultry dreams splendidly serene

‘Neath the blissful skies of paradise
palm trees dance in serene synchronicity
sultry as an Arabian belly dancer
moving silently to and fro

Their silhouettes unite in rhythm
to the oceans steady beat
pale fronds sway softly in my dreams
splendidly they call me home

Sun sets on the horizon
golden rays hug the shore
this is where I long to be
for now and ever more

Across the plains they travel
for a brief taste of the glorious
holy waters in the valley
where it rained

The weeping of the people
beats a rhythm throughout the land
Upon reaching that cradle
where the veins of life began

To find the lush and fragrant forests
leveled to the ground
and the seas were all despoiled
the sky a gray no longer cerulean blue

A long and arduous journey taken
to a land that held no promise
With a sad sigh they bid farewell
their journey continues on

I’m proud to announce that the latest anthology from Prolific Pulse Press is now available for purchase. Cadence, Life’s Poetic Rhythms, was edited …

Cadence

I’m happy to announce that I have also had my poetry accepted into this lovely anthology! Bartholomew has done such a wonderful job of promoting “CADENCE” that I’m taking the liberty of reblogging my friend’s post. Thank you Bartholomew! 🙏

Holy Water

Clear holy water
languid and cold
Touched to a babes head
to keep the shadows away

Birds cross through
a silver cloud
a hallowed opening
to spark hope to all within

The magic of the moment
the tightly woven love
The sweet sound of bird song
rings that truth will come again

Lights turned off
except the softly glowing
porch light over the front door

Neighbors houses are dark
those that are home
and those that are rarely home

The streetlights are on
the ones that still work
are far away from the house

A rabbit rustles in the garden
I’m too tired to shoo it away
so very very tired

Some dogs bark in agitation
but they are distant
and past the point of annoyance

My own dogs lift their heads
listen intently and with a silent cue
lower their heads as one back to sleep

The dishwasher hums quietly
in the background as the kitchen
was put to sleep hours ago

One half of the works is asleep
my dogs and kitchen sleep
my neighbor rests in sweet slumber

I lay awake hour upon hour
waiting for the magic of repose
that never comes – to me