Golden streaks of sunlight stream
into a monochrome life
through dusty window blinds.
Dust floating in the air,
show in the light
like fields of stars-
and I think of you.
I remember walking through
the park, looking beside
my smile at golden streaks
as the sunlight danced
in your hair, beaming
through overhead branches
of old walnut trees.
I pour my coffee and
wonder if you’re awake,
if the sun has risen there yet.
I wonder if the light
is dancing in the clouds
swirling in your coffee,
making your soft smile glow.
Stirring in sugar
I wonder why you haven’t called.
But I know you’re busy…
With all the details of
flowers and dresses and
seating charts. I’m sure
you’ll make a beautiful bride.
I’ll sit here, in the morning light,
with my coffee and remember
your smile and the sun in your hair.
I’ll sit here, in the morning light,
with my memories and smile-
because I knew the heart on the other
side of the world, that makes the sun smile
You’ve been cranking out a lot of verse lately, what is inspiring you?
Weekly deadlines. I’ve joined the Poets of G+ community on Google Plus. There is a subgroup that asks for poems based on weekly prompts and another weekly subgroup that asks for new poem posts. Both of these have been really helpful to me in getting some writing done.