Happiness

is finding old photographs
you & me

smiling carelessly 
by beach and island cove  

moments seized & held
like south pearls in farm

smooth

as youthful cheeks, reckless  
of stolen kisses         

dyed-orange wrap & caps
glows like summer sky 

iridescent

on sepia, burnt golden & 
amber, flickering  warm       

as white sands fade, 
falling into dusty albums

except 

me & you  

Posted for Poetry Jam - Happiness and Flash Fiction 55 - For the G-man

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Spring song

I am a grizzled tree


But 


Your lips petal my blue daffodils 
Your verses salt my sky 


So


Spring me the forest rain
Spring me the summer sun      
            
In your tender hands,


I am a berry seed, 
Budding at the tip of your tongue  


We listen to Vivaldi's concerto, 
Our spring song still so beautiful  

Posted for:    Imaginary Garden with Real Toads  :   Kenia's Wednesday Challenge- inspired by Brazilian writer, Manoel de Barros

and Flash Fiction Friday - My post in exactly 55 words- For the G-Man ~  

Thanks for the visit.

Messy

sweet cream drips

all over our shirts

hands sticky

cheeks stickier

this isn't easy

as we synchronize 

our tongues lapping

me here, you there

until we get to the last piece,

which you gallantly offer me

we have learned two things:  

messy ain't bad,

and giving in,

is the best way to keep us going

Posted for Flash Fiction Friday - Tell a story in 55 words - For the G-Man.
One of my top searched words - Old Couple In love - so here it is, readers.   Thanks for the visit.


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Blessed day

he pushed me harder 

i squealed, Higher! 

he chased me around the ground

i shouted in glee, won the round 

he huffed & puffed until he greyish ill   

i was carried away by his charm,  still   

  a cool chick, he still calls me    

laughing , we walked home 

together, blessed with angels,

the best life. 

Today happens to be our wedding anniversary.  

Author's Note:    This post is for Poetry Jam hosted by Bug.  The theme is to imagine what our life will be at age 67 and using a form we don't normally use (I tried to rhyme).  What a challenge ~

Shared with Flash Fiction 55:  Tell a story in 55 words. G-Man, joining you this time. 

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