Sillage

Sauvage Patchouli.

Sauvage Chanel.

Patchouli Vetiver.

Written in response to J.I. Rogers’ Six-Word Story Challenge prompt “unforgettable;” and to kirstwrites’ SixWordStoryChallenge prompt “recovery.”

Melancholy Mirth

Melancholy madness meandering o’er the way.

Will mirth or magic save us?

Who’s to say.

written in response to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge prompt “melancholy”

and to the Word of the Day prompt “mirth”

photo credit Pexels

You’re Always

In some lifetimes, your name is the same

Your hair is blonde, sometimes dark

Your eyes are blue, sometimes not

But your lips are always magic.

Spring poetry contest

Spring is a time for new beginnings.

Or so they say.

Gentle showers bring May flowers.

So cliché.

Spring for me is a time of endings.

Graduates and proms.

End of school year, summer draws near.

Time becalms.

First Post

It’s very weird, I think, to have a WordPress account for close to three years, posting only comments on other people’s pages. I’ve never posted on “my” page because I truly don’t know whether I want to blog at all, much less know what type of content I want. Coincidentally, earlier this week I had words in my head that wouldn’t leave me alone. I tried to make sense of them and ended up writing my first ever poem. It might turn out to be my only ever poem, but it seems fitting for a first post. So here it is:

You were here.
Shy smile enticing
Bright smile warming
Laughing
Singing
Gathering
Hearts.

You were here.
Mischief eyes enchanting
Forever eyes mesmerizing
Tantalizing
Promising
Capturing
Dreams.

You were here.
Softly
Gently
Magically mending
Lovingly tending
Suddenly rending
Hopes.

You were.