Early Morning Writings

The April Poem-a-day Challenge is upon us. While some writers find it a challenge to get up each morning and write a poem, I find it to be a perfect meditation to get the life-blood flowing.

Here are some of what I have created in the wee hours...

Prompt: things are not as they appear poem.
 

Vista

 

Mountains backlit in the peachy-pink

of a stormy morning’s sun –

a valley ripe with harvest

wrapped around a quaint village

of red-roofed stucco houses

that encircle an ancient church

built by Crusaders in years forgotten.

 

He had promised that she would never

forget this view, this landscape they loved.

Good to his word, he built their home

high on a hill and facing east, a window,

on which the master painted the coup l’oeil

from the memories of her heart.

 

LMRN © 2015

Prompt: a mystery poem

  

The Case of the Perplexing Postcards

 

They found the box as they cleared

the treasures of a lifetime.

Inside, postcards from around the world -

and back again -

On them, messages -

one-line love notes -

"You are my everything,"

"The moon wore your face, tonight,"

"Always, you are in my heart,"

all written in a strange hand -

all signed exactly the same -

"Yours, forever times infinity, X"

 

They read each one -

secrets of the past never seen before -

like the burial treasure of a pharaoh's tomb,

the postcards held a mystery.

This was not their father's signature!

Who was X?

Who knew their mother so intimately?

Why had she never told them?

 

The postmark dates varied,

beginning when the mother was

just a wisp of a woman -

young and fragile -

to just a few months ago.

That postcard, presenting

a wild beach somewhere tropical,

declared, "I will meet you behind the veil."

 

Did mother die of a broken heart?

Was X dead, too?

 

The labyrinth of love

loses those not meant

to know what the heart holds...

LMRN © 2015