Evergreen

“Dream House,” a collage by Susan MacMurdy

The seasons changed,
And so did our love.
The fleeting, flitting, fickle first feelings of false spring before the second coming of winter floated on the breeze…
Gently, quietly, barely noticed, they swirled with the undercurrent of something more.
A sudden, not-so-unsuspected cold snap pressed hard against the uncertainty of emotion yet undefined.
Brief as it was, it revealed a blossoming warmth that gave hope for coming growth.
The green bud pushed forth, struggling against natural and unnatural adversities.
Cathartic sunbathing in blissful awakening, two hearts bound by evergreen boughs, transformed yet familiar…
Bloom in extant, stronger, and more reverent for their trials.

– Written for Rattle.com’s January Ekphrastic Challenge.

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Drive-thru Lightning

Elvis in the chapel
Drive up to window #2
I vaguely recall
We said our “I do’s”
20 years later
Drinking champagne to celebrate
How we caught lightning in a bottle
In that Vegas drive-thru
In our late night, love-drunk state

The prompt is “drive-thru lightning” from Maria Giesbrecht @theguelphpoet on Instagram. April 12, National Poetry Month 2022.

Tuesdays of Texture: Week 5 of 2018

In honor of Valentine’s Day…

– DE MONTE Y MAR’s Tuesdays of Texture: Week 1 of 2018. Photo ©2018 Leara Nicole Morris-Clark.

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.

Complacent

Complacent

use your love daily.
do not be lazy
and let it rust
in the driving rain.

– Magnetic Poetry

Ecclesiastical Doublethink

False prophets, you dig our graves with sinister divinations,
Bestow unrepentant indignation, and neglect to hide your shallowness.
Cast condescending shadows from high upon your sanctimonious mount, but
We wear our pride; our faith and love, our shrouds, and we will not be buried in the night.
Oh, I say woe unto them that call evil good and substitute darkness for light.
Oh, weary we may be, but forsaken we are not. Tread lightly when with lust and greed you choose to cast your lots.

– Written for First Baptist Church of Worcester Poetry Fest Challenge 1: Acrostic – FBCWOO. Photo from Internet Archive.

In The End

She chokes back the tears
As she chokes on her fears
And regrets
The love that she felt she forgets
The sun sets in her eyes
Over the lies
There were plenty
At times she believed many
But what she got was empty
What she couldn’t see
She can now see clearly

– Written for Sacha Black’s Writespiration #104 52 Weeks in 52 Words Week 8. Prompt word was “choke.” WC 52. Photo from Pexels.com.