In My Dreams #glisten #writephoto

Thursday photo prompt: Glisten #writephoto (For visually challenged writers, the image shows a twilit beach, the sea shimmering in the low light. There are rocky islets silhouetted against the water and what might be a figure, running towards…or away from the waves.)     a sparkling light reflected upon my dreams as I chase you down

Vista of Hope #vista#writephoto

For Sue’s photo prompt https://scvincent.com/2020/07/09/thursday-photo-prompt-vista-writephoto/     a vista of hope is opening ahead, to liberate us and shed a light upon this dark desolate state where green, verdant hills and valley of luscious, beauteous garden is waiting… for you and I then we can once more love like we used to where we can

Feels Like That #surf #fridayfun

  For kate’s friday fun -surf Friday Fun – surf! (Bali, 2019)   do you remember your first love? ’twas one of the happiest  memories of your life I bet, makes your young heart giggle with gladness it feels like that, to dream, to ride a wave of getting up on a surfboard and let yourself

You #writephoto #painted

For Sue https://scvincent.com/2020/05/21/thursday-photo-prompt-painted-writephoto/ #writephoto #painted   you painted my world with perfect strokes of beautiful rays of bursts of sunshine in my mornings of verdant meadows in my life’s landscape with freshness and sensitivity you built an impeccable bridge of love and passion of feelings and satisfaction and for that I love you now and

Come, Sit With Me (my princess)

  come sit with me let’s talk about how things used to be when the world was better and things were nicer when a walk in the beach alongside a crowd was full of fun bumping at each other making new friends along the way when watching the sunset was so much joy while arguing

Mine (haiku) #writephoto

  I witness the sun in the dying afternoon when you call me “mine”   My first entry for Sue’s #writephoto Thursday photo prompt: Dance #writephoto  

Quirky (three poems)

          (My lovely quirky girls) she is unusual and unexpected in ways that may surprise you or worst worries you for that, you call her quirky but her weirdness is her best asset she stands out from the crowd she is inspiring and memorable still, you call her quirky she is

The Old Lady in a Cane

I once had a dream of a fairly old lady walking by a cane slowly… slowly… she stoops as she walks she begs as she cries slowly… slowly… she wonders and wonders along the street into the corner slowly… slowly… she sits as she cries she mourns as she weeps slowly… slowly… she wails in

I Miss You

I am an empty chair amidst a lovely view without you   it’s most painful that I miss you a silent ache cries out my heart unbearable, thoughts of you makes it harder to breath   the saddest part is I know you are out there somewhere but I cannot look into your eyes and

My Sunflower

you are my sunflower dotingly opens to the sun standing tall, bold and true shining brightly even on the darkest of days oh, how I love thee! you are my sunflower adoring the sun with soul on fire, heart with grace blooming cheerfully after the longest wait oh, how I love thee! you are my