ProximaNova

She stares out the window. The swollen drops of rain still falling from branch and leaf, though the storm has passed now. The dark grey skies remind her of the blanket of responsibilities she pulls over her head each morning, how cozy they feel before she opens her eyes. She opens the window and breathes deeply that earthy smell, the smell of nature--of living things. After the rainstorm, She contemplates her life. Ever moving on. -------------------------- This poem is an assignment from Haibun Monday on dVerse, hosted by Toni. The prompt was to write a haibun with rain as the subject. A haibun is a tight one paragraph, non-fiction, about t

beautiful and passionate your words give momentum to my anticipation my growing curiosities of the sound of your voice the touch of your hand the feeling of your eyes lingering on my lips as i smile as i laugh the imagined moments sharing a meal sharing tender kisses my fingers running through your soft hair while we watch a movie on your sofa what will it be like to see you for the first time to share thoughts and chemistry to share that first awkward silence and dispell it with a knowing look and an awkward laugh that nervousness that comes from letting someone new in sharing your past and maybe your future

friends find us innocuously, obtrusively they find us they intertwine their stories with ours bump into us at coffeehouses or classrooms met from museums to matinees their worlds become part of our worlds they become part of our dreams, our futures, our pasts each individual adding a new facet to our lives adding love, hope, sadness, joy, anger, frustration and so much more sometimes they make the day worth getting through sometimes friends are all we have sometimes they save us from ourselves liberate us from our tiny boxes of despair they hold us closely, if even just in their hearts they may come and go in our lives but the