Word of the Day Challenge #83-Untitled Poem

In midnight’s waning gloom

eyes watch

fingers touch

strength drawn from her beauty

watching the slow rise and fall

as she dreams

a smile upon her lips.

You wonder

is it you that she is dreaming of?

You that is making her smile?

Or

in her dreams

is she turning to another

to soothe the bitter ache of rejection?

You know come the dawn’s break

dusky pinks

painted mauves

dotting early morning canvas

waking to blue bird laughter

this rustic peace

this life you have wanted

is about to be torn asunder.

Gaze upon serene face

innocent so in slumber

take a picture in your mind

for soon it will be broken.

So many words unspoken

time managed to slip away

you saw her falling

deeper and deeper

needed to drive a wedge in.

No matter what you say

no matter how much you deny

she will see the truth of it

even as you say

good-bye.

©Jan. 24/20

Picture via Pinterest

Props…..

Tember after being told where to find his clean clothes:

Tember: Props to you mom for folding my clothes and putting them on the shelf.

Me (after staring at him for a moment or two): I do not need any props from you. What I do need is for you to start doing your own laundry……then I will have props for you! 

He was still giggling as he closed the bathroom door.

***Today if finally dawned on me who Tember reminds me of when he does his chortle giggle: Mutley!

Picture of Mutley found on Pinterest