My Moon, My Muse
:: My Moon, My Muse ::
From my poetry spot
I watch the moon
Her silver light casting shadows in the forest around me
She is a muse
She is a spell weaver
She changes her colors to fit her mood
From my poetry spot
I watch the moon
The stars are her children and they twinkle their wishes in the sky
She is always there
Watching my little world
Enchanting my dreams
And filling my mind with poetry
©01.19.04
BJH
::Green Glass::
It was an accident
You broke your green glass
Anger and yelling at the air
Hit the closet door
I roll my eyes
You say you want to slit your throat
So dramatic my love
I roll my eyes again
I clean up the dirty water
You pace the kitchen
Green glass in black plastic
I am irked
So I sit on the deck and smoke a cigarette
Later..
We laugh at your silliness
over broken green glass.
BJH o7-17-2011
~For my Clyde ( sometimes a fool) … to paraphrase a song by Staind ” You are the mess I chose, the closet I cannot close”
Love you my darling dear. LOL
Silly
:: Under a Waxing Moon ::
Under A Waxing Moon
I smiled like the starry green-eyed 7 – year old girl
I was when I met my first boyfriend
On the swing-set at school
It is like that now at age 37
I am that 7-year-old girl blushing
But now I am staring into
the deep brown amber eyes of a man
he had been kissing me and speaking
in quiet tones of our ups and downs.
And now his strong gentle hands
hold my face look deep into my
starry green eyes and ask me to
be his wife in the wonderful way
only poets can do.
A tear almost escapes my eye
As I smile a huge dimpled smile
I quietly say I will.
Star Wishes and a 7-year old girl’s
fantasy fairytale is realized as I gaze into
the eternity of Drews deep brown amber eyes.
I love you and I will be yours
3 days past forever.
BJH.
For Drew aka Clyde thank you. You’re my dearest darling and twin soul.
Drew and Bonnie
Dreamscape Poetry 