Guardian Angel

Upon my tranquil form, so motionless
My angel's touch is a cradle of mist
I try to whisper but start to regress
Into my world of dreams that have been missed
But words elude me, and I can't ignore
The sweet lullaby some angel will sing
Has he been resting beyond my door?
Will he guide me to what daylight may bring?
I try to ask the questions as I fade
Into the deep realms of midnight slumber
But wanting to know more, I stay awake
And lie there in the stillness and wonder
My angel answers quietly so near
"To sleep for you is not why I am here"

*Inspired by Kristin's original sonnet

The End of The World

Exhausted, exasperated,
irritated and impatient he sighed
It's not the end of the world
I don't understand why
You take these moments
and blow them up so high
All she could do
was sit there and cry
and think
It is to me
and I'd rather die
than lose time with you
my world, my sun
my stars, my moon, my sky

The Bee

He came with his dart and cryptic smile
Landing too close to my hidden flowers
I watched him there for a little while
Pondering which precious cake to devour
Finally noticing me near his wings,
He whispered a sultry, soft, soothing song
A buzzing that made my broken heart sing
His honey glazed touch felt terribly wrong
A fiery venom rushed through my blood
Slow motions of pain crept under my skin
Currents of poison created a flood
Of instant numbing and stinging within
He left his reminder inside of me
Now I'm carrying the sting of a bee

Stolen

Oh, please don't touch my things...
there are so many reasons --
Be careful!  Those are fragile!
Now that one brings luck
if you rub it gently enough,
and just the right way
I only found it today
Don't twist it that way!
Now look what you've done!
Your greedy little hands took it
and now it's gone

Third Grade Emotions

How was your day today
she asked eager to know
his feelings and thoughts
Ice caps!
He exclaimed
trying to remember
the name of the crystal candied mountain
and silvery blue lake
flowing like a fountain
from the white tipped wintery picture
he had seen earlier that day
Was it fun to see your friends
and be back at school again?
What did everyone say?
Glacier!
He proclaimed
dipping his finger
into the chilled water
His eyes following
the circular hypnotic motion
like a mini cyclonic ocean
Pausing only to
place the cup to his lips
He quietly mumbled
Yes Mom
I'm in third grade now
I'm feeling lots of emotions

Color of Fear

I noticed again on the drive
the color of fear in my eyes
matched the grey in the clouds
mirroring my doubts
and the shade of my solitary sigh
I drew the foreshadowed tears
outlined between the long years
unable to convey my love
unable to find a way, my love
to survive without you in my life

Breeze

I awoke needing to hear
the comforting echo of your beating heart
then returned to the sound of loneliness
beating steadily in the dark
When I reached out to touch you
and bring the warmth to my skin
I felt nothing but a longing
for this winter chill to end
So I dreamt for awhile
that I could stay inside of a breeze
and lightly caress your soul --
it put my mind at ease