I Changed My Mind

I once said I thought distance was best.
I needed to think, to plan, to test.
My mind changed in no time.
I asked you to be mine,
Now history has archived the rest.

Our wedding day, October 13, 2007.

– Written for dVerse Poetics: Pentimento. In honor of up upcoming Valentine’s Day, I wrote this little (loose) limerick. Photo by Brett Clark ©2007. Edited by Leara Nicole Morris-Clark ©2018.

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Poor Taste

Syrupy sweet like the juice of a fruit,
Your words drip, heavy, resolute.
You lean in closer, and I taste the deceit
Thinly disguised by charm and wit. You don’t miss a beat.
There is no substitute for the joy of the pursuit.

– Written for Limerick Challenge Week 41: Taste. Photo by Roderick Eime. “Poor Taste” won 1st place in this contest.

Biggest Fear

All I want is for you to be near
I try not to wonder how long you’ll be here
So many things in life cannot be controlled
I only want to hold you until we grow old
Losing the one I love is my biggest fear

– Written for Limerick Challenge Week 40: Fears. Photo by Leara Morris-Clark ©2016. “Biggest Fear” made the top 5 in this contest.

Seasons

Seasons come and go
Downpours of rain, then ice and snow
Sunshiney days and a cool evening breeze
Budding flowers and leaves falling from trees
Time passes on while nature puts on a show

– Written for Limerick Challenge Week 39: Seasons. Photo from PublicDomainPictures.net.

Song of the Banshee

The screaming banshee howled through the night.
We cowered in the shadows to hide from the fright.
She rages on, for death she sees.
We hold our breath, close our eyes, and freeze.
Someone wouldn’t see the morning light.

– Written for Limerick Challenge Week 37: Dark. Photo from Wikipedia. “Song of the Banshee” was awarded 2nd place in this contest.

Ariel the Angsty Teen Mermaid

There was a girl, who lived under the sea,
A bored teenager who wanted to be free
To walk upon the land and
Dig her toes in the sun-warmed sand
So, she traded her voice for a man, enduring conflict to a degree.

– Written for Limerick Challenge Week 36: Fairytale. Prompt was “fairytale.” Photo from Wikipedia.

Misplaced Trust

The ring you gave as a symbol of trust,
My tears have now turned to rust.
Your feelings were fake, along with the ring,
Nothing more than some cheap ass bling.
Though I had love, it seems you only had lust.

– Written for Limerick Challenge Week 35. Prompt was “trust.” Photo from Wikimedia.