poem
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Ethereal love races Through electric fingertips Satin sound Whispers To the deepest soulparts Iridescent lightning Brightens darkened hearts All in a single second. Photo by Jonathan Bowers on Unsplash
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Baby? Will you paint me a picture? Give me red first. Like lust. Then love, and sometimes anger, but always finish with love again. Orange for pumpkins during our favorite season, Detroit Tigers, and the street cone I tossed out of our nineteenth-floor window. Show me yellow like the sun at Coney Island and the…
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Photo courtesy of Ryan Moreno Nature dances its ballet. Rolling mountains touch the sky, In this place, my getaway. Blades of green grass gently sway. Pollen twirls from low to high. Nature dances its ballet. In the creek, the water plays. Crickets sing a lullaby In this place, my getaway. Lightning bugs…
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Arms outstretched; fists white-knuck-ling. Small feet are stum-bling. She wants to take steps today. Hair disheveled; voice mum-bling. Girl starts a’ tum-bling. Falling down won’t ruin her day. Getting up; she’s still stru-ggling, Short legs are fum-bling. Fixed to take first steps today. Crackers out; tummy’s grum-bling. Wood floor starts rum-bling. Steps…
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Such fun, at the indoor playground! Falling rain has us weather-bound. So to the mall, we go instead. Where gross germs are easily spread. Full of children, so tightly wound. Little heathens run wild around; Screams and shouts are the only sound. I swear, half must be interbred, At the indoor playground. On…
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Popcorn making; Bats Breaking. It must be that time of year. Hot dog eating; Bleacher seating. Ten dollars for the smallest beer. Players striking; Coach disliking. The team may lose, is what he fears. Ball cap wearing; Sun is glaring. The day is beautiful and clear. Third base stealing; Such a…
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I’ll start with her hair, Golden like the sun. With a bit of a wave, All tousled and fun. Her nose is lightly kissed With freckles, so sweet. And her smile can surely Melt your heart in a beat. Her laugh is just like A little bell ringing. And I’m taken away Each time that…
Danielle Dayney 
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