EVENING IN

She stood at the counter Knowing he would be home soon Humming to herself As she lovingly prepared their meal Nothing extravagant But special nonetheless An evening to be shared Food and drink Conversation Soft music Stories to be told Stories to be heard Brushing unruly hair back Pouring another glass of wine Checking the

PAINTING PICTURES

Standing in the waiting line, minding no one’s business but her own, when a voice too familiar spoke out from behind her; “I used to have that all the time,” she heard him say; “It’s even better than it looks,” he finished with a chuckle; as her body tensed and her blood ran cold; knowing

Reason for Existence

He knew Without question Simply no way to explain Heartaches torn from words Words torn from heartaches Cold freezing touches From the wicked wicked ghosts Ghosts of Life Past Blinding love Illuminating pain and fear Pain and fear blinding love Illuminating distance and space Clutching at familiarity and fleeting comfort Trepidation ruling emotion Fear of

FORCED ENTRY

I don’t know what’s happening to me I don’t know why it’s happening I don’t know this person I see my self becoming Who is this Stranger I feel lurking inside me The one that rises up From some secret blackened pit Ripping through the veil Snatching me by the soul Bounds and gags me

LAMENT

She stood in the kitchen Near the recently cleaned table Looking down At the pretty blue plate Burnt monkey bread Three individual pieces Neatly arranged One for each The effort at least She thought to make But ruined it Thinking to herself What was the point When he walked past Nonchalantly said Don’t lament about

DREAMING IN AMBER

She walked with him there Once upon a dream Through the wonderlands of winter Into the carnival of spring Crossing that great divide To reach green fields in summertime But she lost him to the fire Of autumns blazing forests Now she walks the seasons alone Leaving her mark along the shore ©2011 Jill Terry

Remains of the Day

I saw the shadow Moving before me Inching slowly Down the coast An illusion of oneness Reflecting the loneliness A solitary figure Etched in the sand Will there come a time When the shadow will reveal Hands clasped together A twin at its side Perhaps not along An oceans sandy shore Dancing happily instead Upon

CARPE DIEM

Doppio espresso In little porcelain cup Accent thick Eyelids heavy Salvatore was his name Like the Ferragamos he wore And yes There was also a Ferrari He smiled and spoke She smiled and spoke back He left before her Taking the first table for two Excused himself As she was passing Introduced himself Most eager