but the stars are still out
maybe it’s just a dream–
or something poets concoct
© 2018 magicofwords
Party of One
She didn’t mind eating alone at restaurants.
But the way people stared at her was unkind. She could hear them whispering: what a loser, no date, not even a friend to join her?
And the snobbing tone of the hostess asking: just one? Not to mention the look on the waiter’s face, as if he pitied her.
But no matter, she would make herself comfortable, order whatever she liked, and enjoy every bite.
Assuming the food was good. Otherwise, the next day her restaurant review in the paper would not mince words.
© 2018 magicofwords
open
sometimes the scars
run deep–
defenses are up
you tell yourself
you’ll never
fall in love again
but when it’s right
it takes
a split second
for your heart
to open
© 2018 magicofwords
off-center
there is a certain beauty
in asymmetry–
why seek perfection?
© 2018 magicofwords
the sound of rain
is soothing tonight–
i can almost feel it
on me, as it pours outside
the bedroom window
and lulls me to sleep
intertwined with
dreams & satin sheets
© 2018 magicofwords
petals
scattered
in the summer breeze
fallen petals
adorn a winding path
as I walk through
arches of love–
I feel like a bride
all over again
© 2018 magicofwords
evolving
You said you miss those times when I used to be all about roses, butterflies, and rainbows. Oh, but I still am. Except I’ve grown to see that roses have thorns and sometimes butterflies have broken wings. Even rainbows have shades of gray. Yet they are perfectly beautiful just as they are.
© 2018 magicofwords
Author’s Note: this piece was inspired by a fellow poet and follower who said he sometimes misses my earlier writings. Thank you for being there on my journey.
