love – Page 15 – lillian the home poet

Seth and June

November 25, 2015January 2, 2016lillian43 Comments

He lived in the pink house, she in the white. They grew up together laughing, climbing the hillside, riding the school bus. No one was surprised when he proposed. It was quietly assumed. Seth and June.

Just days after the wedding, his unit was called. She wept and he promised to return.

Eight months of living with her folks. Skyping when possible, through static and frozen image. And now she sat, secret intact. Large belly pressed against the pane, a new life about to enter theirs. She waited for him to round the bend. Promise fulfilled and multiplied by two.

sandra

100 words. Photo Credit: Sandra Crook — basis for this week’s Friday Fictioneers flash fiction challenge by Rochelle Wisoff.

Sleep Sounds

November 25, 2015lillian2 Comments

soft puffs of air
you beside me
exhale, exhale
night quiet sounds
I smile, loving you
eyes close shut
lullaby of puffs

Papa

November 19, 2015January 2, 2016lillian35 Comments

It was too much. I should have known.

He’d worn long sleeved shirts for almost fifty years, since the Allies liberated Buchenwald. And so they invited him to come. This new museum, with its hall of portraits so high you had to crane your neck. A pile of shoes and a boxcar, like the one he rode after Kristallnacht. “Get me out,” he gasped.

We waited outside for the walk light. Construction workers poured tar onto new pavement, near the numbered sewer grate. That putrefying smell. His face blanched as he crumpled to the ground. And I knew he was gone.

Friday Fictioneers: 101 words. Photo by C.E. Ayr

This World or the Next

November 8, 2015lillian12 Comments

Memories shimmer
stretched taut
like a spider’s web.
Tubes, wires,
stainless steel
monitors with beating blips.

You lay there in that present space
but somewhere far away.
Then, like a marionette
whose master dropped a string,
your eyes jolted open
and you returned to me.

No photo. Thankful for every day.

The Meeting Place

October 20, 2015lillian12 Comments

In my dreams
I often float to Neverland.

No fairies or pirate boys,
just a place where memories live.

Images once trapped in sepia tones
slip through the web of synapses.

The loving dead come visit me
as if to soothe my soul.

Their smiling faces calm me
into a deeper, softer sleep,

assure me, whisper to me
happiness exists here, on this side too.

Erotica, I Give in to Thee

October 16, 2015October 16, 2015lillian21 Comments

The kiss
mouth probes deep
like humming bird
seeks the nectar of life.

The touch
skin to skin
gentle dancing fingertips
massage, caress, progress to joy.

No words
guttural moans and gasps
penultimate vulnerability.

Oh Erotica, I succumb to thee.
My body smiles, hums and throbs
as it melds into his.

Word Press Writing 201 Final Day Prompts: the word “pleasure,“, sonnet (14 lines: stanzas of 4, 4, 3, and 3 lines — rhyming not required in contemporary sonnet), and apostrophe (speaker in poem addresses another person, a personified object or emotion). I’ve enjoyed the class!

Diamond in the Rough

October 15, 2015October 15, 2015lillian25 Comments

          Oh
          So
         cold
        Immune
       ToLoving
      RoughTimes
     ColdShoulder
      HurtMeDeeply
       ColdHearts
        ColdLike
         IceAnd
          Dead
           To
           Me

WP Writing 201: create a CONCRETE/SHAPE poem employing the word/meaning of COLD, and employing the device of ANAPHORA (repetition of same word at the beginning of multiple lines of verse).

…and the Blind Shall See

October 9, 2015October 9, 2015lillian20 Comments

Her face, my map, my guide
in this moment of charged silence.

I touch her eyes, feel cool wet lashes
sensation on my fingertips
questions in my heart.

Fingers move quickly to dampened cheeks
trace rivulets of silent tears.
Drops of fear or rejection or what?

Her lips purse together gently
in a bird-peck kiss upon my palm
press deeper, part slightly in a moan.

She leans in and I read her yes
hands grasp mine as we enter
this divine communion called love.

Thank you, God
for this gift of touch
for this woman who lies with me.

For joyful tears, now mine
from sightless orbs that see.
She loves me as I am.

Motivated by WP Writing 201 prompts: map, ode, metaphor

Life Regifted

October 6, 2015October 6, 2015lillian20 Comments

Angels here among us
dearest, stay with me.
Over and back you hover
return to earth my plea.
Extinguish not, like inifinity
deny death’s call and stay with me.

This poem, dedicated to the love of my life. Life regifted for two years and many more: you came back to me. Thankful for every day. This poem is an acrostic: the first letter of each line spells out a message (Adored). Photo from on board ship on a Panama Canal cruise.