Blueberry Muffin

 Day 6 of Poetry Month. Not my best but when you write something every day you can't expect everything to be gold. It's still good though, so I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed eating a blueberry muffin this morning.

 Blueberry Muffin

A burst of blueberries

explode in my mouth.

The taste on my tongue

sweet and tart.

I savor the taste

as I take the last bite.

Now a distant memory

my blueberry muffin.

Vision

Today is day 5 of poetry month. I started out this poem with a specific theme in mind but no matter how many times I started over I couldn't get what I intended to come out on paper. This came out instead. So take my advice and try not to fight it.

 

Vision 

Hands

 around my waist.

Breath 

against my face.

Skin against skin.

I breath him in.

A sight 

to behold.

A vision,

uncontrolled

Mom

 

 Mom

Pitter patter

of little feet.

My house,

 no longer

clean and neat.

Laundry scattered 

all around

Screaming kids 

the only sound.

Breakup Spell

Following a prompt from NaPoWriMo I decided to write a poem in the form of a charm, or as a witch might say, spell. So here it is. I hope you like it.

Breakup Spell

A petal, 

from 

a red rose.

Some fuzz, 

from

 between your toes.

Throw 

it together, 

in a pot.

Heat it up,

 until

 its hot.

Put your

 brew 

in a cup.

Down the hatch,

Drink it up!

Repeat 

these words,

spoken 

times three.

"No longer 

will
I plea.

No longer 

will

I feel.

What we had,

no longer 

real."

 Words spoken

with

true intent.

Not to be 

used

just to vent.

Blueberry Donut

In my poem Temptation I used my senses to write.  I write stories and have a hard time with details. It helps me to practice writing this way. Like right now I am eating a sugar glazed blueberry donut. Something as simple as that, I made into a poem. Tell me what you think.

Blueberry Donut

My mouth waters

at the blueberry smell.

 

A delight to behold,

the round cake

with a hole.

 

The sugary glaze

lingers on my tongue.

Sticky and delicious

I can't get enough.

 

Mummers

 of appreciation

escape between bites,

until there is no more. 

 

Crumbs,

 the only evidence.

Temptation

Temptation 

The taste of peppermint

invades my senses,

as he kisses me 

so sweetly.

His hands twist 

in my hair,

pulling me closer.

The kiss becoming something 

more.

Our scent is all around.

Heavy breathing,

the only sound.

Then as sudden

as it began

it ends.

With one look,

I drown.

It's all there,

in his eyes.

The love.

The devotion.

The hunger.

And it's all for

me.

Poetry Month

 National Poetry Month starts today. My sister Candace is celebrating this month by writing a poem a day. She'll post a poem a day on her blog A Writer without Words.
My last poem I wrote was a little on the negative side. I don't always feel like that so I decided to write another poem.
Excited yet? You will be. Teeheehee!