When Inspiration strikes!

These poems were a result of a literary gathering and my wandering mind........

In the dim light,

she takes a shower.

The drops cleaning her pale, white skin

and leaving beads on her eyelashes. Little Jewels

A sequinned dress is her robe for the night.

Shiny and sparkly, they bejewel her body.

Shiny, sparkly, black.

Red lipstick, red shoes and a small red ring.

She is ready. Ready to face the fakers, the masks.

This world is a shelter from her past and sometimes from her old self

The red ring, preciously cheap, is the only reminder she has.

A reminder of her sweetheart, a reminder of her innocent past, a reminder of her innocent self.

On a more positive note..an ode to everlasting love....

They sit together, pulling hair,

poking, teasing, laughing, loving....

Innocently, they dream of a rosy future.

A house, a garden, a dog, the love.

They live in a pink bubble. Under the cherry tree, the petals falling, caressing

their faces,shoulder to shoulder, eye to eye, love to love.

His voice breaks, her hair grows. They leave their houses. To face the world.

It is not kind to them.

They now sit in a diner, nursing their drinks, contemplating a bleak existence.

But her face lights up. The gold bands sparkle.

They go back home, to the house, to the garden, to the dog, to the love.