Meet Me There

Poem About Weeds

Say goodnight to waking life
and meet me in the place between awake and dreaming.

I’ll wear the skirt
that twirls like a tornado
as we spin tall tales
and dance our way to madness.

We’ll plunge down the rabbit hole,
whispering sweet melodies
that drown me in a blessed rapture.

No longer caring where one song ends
and another begins –
free from time and space.

Alone in the world,
just you and I.
Please;
let’s never leave.

Dream of me as I dream of you
in the place between awake and dreaming.

Hidden In Plain Sight 

Poem About Wildflowers
Oxeye Daisies
He tells me I have a pretty face
but he doesn’t know the truth.
I’m an unwelcome visitor
here
in his home.
If he knew this
he’d surely cut me away;
toss me aside.
He’d spray venom with words:
“I need to get rid of you.”
So I’ll stand here quietly,
smile sweetly,
and pretend to be something I’m not.
For I am more than just a pretty face;
I’m wild
and I go where I please.

Dandelion Wish

Narrative Poem About DandelionsDandelion“Take me away to far off places.”
Her voice was dreamy and preoccupied.

“How will you get there?” I asked.

“I don’t need wings to fly.”
Her gaze fixed on the setting sun.
“I only need a breeze.
I can escape on your breath.”

“Why should I help you?”
My fingers interlaced around her body.

Her eyes caught mine and said,
“Haven’t you ever had a dream
you dared to wish come true?”

Without another word,
I lifted her to my lips
and kissed her like never before.
With a sigh,
she scattered into a hundred pieces,
each part of her taking flight in the wind.