The way of life

It's the way of life
Isn't it?
To live
To learn
To experience
All that you can?

To enjoy
The big moments
To savor
The little ones?

To regret
The way things happened
Even more
The way they didn't?

To move past
To push on
To grow
Every chance you get?

Learning to accept
The past
And believing in
Your future?

Yes, that is the way of life,
I believe.

New Beginning

Lovely way to clear the air
Past revisited
Perfect way to start over

Same Yet Different

Time passes
Things change
Everything is different
Yet everything's the same.

Passing the same people
Taking the same routes
Breathing the same air
Yet the air is different somehow

Not sure what to do
This feels like an ending
An urge to start over
Almost feels like a beginning

Remembering

Make it go away.
Make the memories erase.
I want to sleep now.

Weekly Word Prompt:

It's time for the weekly word prompt. What this means is that I am going to pick one word and use it to inspire a poem. Then I challenge each of my readers to use that same word to inspire a poem or a short bit of prose. If you would like to share what you write, I'd love to read it. Simply reply in the comments of this post.

This weeks word is: fire.


Her heart was on fire,
heating her from
inside out.
A hot blush
scorched her
pale skin.
Then the icy fingers
of embarrassment
latched hold
and suddenly she
couldn't breathe.
The man, disarmingly
handsome,
deceptively
honest,
was embracing
her best friend.
Their lips met.
Their hands caressed.
And watching
this scene,
her heart broke.
So she wiped
her tears and
held her head
up high.
She marched past
the pair
and said goodbye.
Goodbye to
men
and goodbye to
friends.

Love From Afar

The man stares,
lonely,
across the crowded
room.
He pines for the lovely
dark-haired maiden
quite
oblivious to his
gloom.

Entranced by her
smile,
he has fallen in
love,
has been for
awhile.
He summons his
nerve
and starts across
the room,
but a man whisks
her away
leaving only a trail
of her lilac
perfume.

So close yet
worlds apart.
So he shuffles home
to nurse his broken
heart.

Garden Affair

A beautiful girl
stands there
solitary on the
terrace.
Slowly dusk blooms
around her.
Staring across the
perfumed garden
she catches his
watchful eye.
Forbidden words
shared only
through a look.
Slowly she raises
her fingertips,
pressed ever gently
to crimson lips,
and sends her
love to him.
A touch at her
side alerts her
to another's
presence.
Rosy blush
creeps into her
cheeks thankfully
masked by the
dusk.
An arm around
her bare shoulders
guides her
ever away
into a life
she does not
want and farther
from her
garden lover.
Inside
her heart breaks
into a million
tiny pieces.

Haiku

Noontime sun so hot
The sprinkler is a reprieve
Water dances on my skin

Summer Evening

the evening
breeze kisses
my skin

the cricket
serenade echos
in my ears.

I relax with
a cold glass
of lemonade

as the sun
sinks slowly
past the horizon.

Afternoon Storm

Sitting here
with the rain
pouring down
around me,
I close my eyes
and let the rest
of my senses
take over.

The scent of
wet grass,
The splash
of the rain
dripping into
the puddles
at my feet,
The cool wetness
against my skin.

A peaceful
feeling glides
over me,
as I let my
mind fall into
this beautiful
afternoon storm.