The Moth

Silver thread pulls through moon spun silk
shaping glittering, gossamer wings.
Feathery antennae glimmer in the light
above a fluffy white cowl,
fore legs dancing in anticipation.
Scissors snip the thread tails
and the freed moth flies towards the moon.

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A draft of this poem was written yesterday for the #vssnature writing prompt “moth”.

Thank you for reading!

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SoundCloud: S. M. Saves
Twitter: @sm_saves

Mind on Fire

Mind on fire
Smoking from the ears
No one shouts “fire”
in empty movie theaters
when the screen is in flames
Not the best picture
or special effects
but the soundtrack’s ablazing.

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Long time, no write. I hope you’re healthy and doing well. Thank you for stopping by and reading.

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SoundCloud: S. M. Saves
Twitter: @sm_saves

Goodbye

I went to bed early and woke up standing next to Death.

“What happened?” I asked. My body laid next to my husband, still asleep, oblivious that I was gone.

Death said, “It was your time to go.”

“I don’t get to say goodbye?”

“You can if you like.”

I floated through the air to the other side of the bed. “I love you. I’m sorry.”

And then I was gone.

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On some nights, after I’ve settled into bed and turned off the light, I have sad thoughts. This is one of them.

Thank you for reading.

SoundCloud: S. M. Saves
Twitter: @sm_saves

Driving on Snow

Last night, mom and I ordered Chinese food for carryout. Outside it was dark. No light from neighboring houses except an oddly placed lamppost at the end of a driveway. The street was covered in the slush from a previous snow.

“You sure you want to go out?” I asked. Mom hated driving on snow.

She shrugged.

I drove us through the quiet downtown as fresh snow fell. While we waited for our order, we perused the tables at a craft show next door displaying quilts and ribbons, chapbooks with mixed media covers, incense and potpourri.

I turned to my mom and said, “You know dad really misses you.”

I woke up before I could hear her reply.

(A 3 AM dream I posted on Twitter, July 23rd, 2020).

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SoundCloud: S. M. Saves
Twitter: @sm_saves

Sunday Mornings

Sunday mornings
simple embroideries
Breaking fast on the front porch
as morning sun breaks through
white gossamer sheers
Admiring the green
growing between bricks
of a one hundred year old road.

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Our house has a glassed in front porch which I’ve been meaning to spend more time on. Last weekend, we installed curtain rods and sheer white curtains for added privacy and coziness. The cats enjoy the sun and the Mister and I enjoy our meals out there.

SoundCloud: S. M. Saves
Twitter: @sm_saves