Forget-Me-Knot

Forget-me-knot tied firm

Not even Death can break it

Ghost wreathed in evergreen

Twined with frangipani

Oh how my heart is bound

Rich filaments prismatic

No way of escape desired

Keepsake memories warm nights

But dawn light leaves me empty

Love between Earth, Heaven

©Zelda Rene, 2021 ~ All rights reserved.

https://dversepoets.com/2021/03/22/quadrille-124/

Loving the Golfer

His logic blew by me

But sometimes love works best

If you ask few questions

He insisted a new club

Was just the ticket, would

Be the trick, make him

A winning golfer

I never resented

His ‘dates’ on the green

Wasn’t a ‘golf widow’

He joked that his ashes

Should be spread there…

Just a widow now

Thirty years, I still can’t

Give those clubs away

The man fit me to a tee*

©Zelda Rene, 2021 ~ All rights reserved.

https://justabitfurther.wordpress.com/2021/03/23/lynns-tuesday-picture-prompt-week-41/

*I’m taking poetic license here—the correct phrase, I’ve learned, is “fit to a T” (I’m no golf expert either🙂)

How Can Friendship Best Serve? (Bedelia’s back😊)

six-sentence-stories

I don’t know how Denise comes by her prompts, but they’re always Excellent!  This week she’s given us “SERVICE” to ponder, and here’s the link so you can learn more about her Six Sentence Stories weekly challenge, and join the FUN:  https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2021/03/24/its-six-sentence-story-thursday-link-up-152/

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70-ish Finn Canter had somewhat regressed to the dejected restless state of a 16-year-old boy suffering unrequited love; he’d hoped to become engaged to Bedelia Cornell on Valentine’s Day, but the elegant diamond ring he’d purchased remained in its black velveteen box, buried in his neatly-matched-socks drawer…waiting for the green light.

Having studied her almost a year and knowing caution was crucial, he’d made broad hints, skirted gently (he thought) around the topic of marriage—and was yet to discover turn of phrase which would be the key fitting her heart’s intricate lock.

His brother James softly scolded, “You’re forgetting she’s not a woman fond of change, Bro—marriage IS a major transition for someone who’s lived contentedly single for 40 years…far longer than you’ve been widowed.”

Finn bit his impatience in half: “I realize that—the deadlock seems to be the idea of leaving her faded cracker box to move into my home; who wouldn’t prefer greater space with brighter ambiance?—she can have 2 spare bedrooms to hide in when she needs time alone; James, she once said she believed we could talk about anything…where’s the lost trust?”

“Finn—some birds are more comfortable in smaller nests, your place is marvelous but hers is familiar; and it may not be ‘space issues’ only…maybe she’s fearful about intimacy—her ex-husband sounds like a tyrant; if you really love her, why not gladly accept generous, affectionate friendship offered—some day, she might propose to you“; James sighed… “I’ll call and ask if she still intends to help serve luncheon, following Easter services.”

Meanwhile, Bedelia was fretting while she vigorously scrubbed her kitchen as though The Lord’s return might be that very day; she knew Finn was unhappy: she’d had the brothers over for a fine St Paddy’s dinner and, unlike their many shared meals of garrulous frivolity—the dearth of conversation made the clink of forks on her lovely seashell plates sound loud as a death knell; “Oh, dear Jesus…what to do, what to do?”

©Zelda Rene, 2021 ~ All rights reserved.

Vista Behind Closed Eyes

Vista behind closed

Eyes, within hope’s longing heart

Respect, honor reign

Trust is never compromised

Peace, goodwill, “just how we roll”

All living souls are valued

Love flourishes unblemished

©Zelda Rene, 2021 ~ All rights reserved.

https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2021/03/13/weekend-writing-prompt-200-vista/

All That Waste (Twiglet)

All that waste…

Trust is precious

Commodity.

Heart spent it

Recklessly, without

Counting cost…

Your self-centered greed

Pervaded every hour

Each ‘transaction’.

Silver, sapphires

Pearls, diamonds set

In gold: kind words

Free, refused me…

Instead, your rage.

Drawstring bag of

Treasures…naïve

Love you trashed.

This loss I hold…

Bereft of dreams and

Purest, coveted

Gem…Time.

©Zelda Rene, 2021 ~ All rights reserved.

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2021/03/06/your-daily-word-prompt-pervade-ydwordprompt-march-6-2021/

https://thetwiglets.wordpress.com/2021/03/09/twiglet-217/

First Man

I’m pleased to participate in Reena’s Xploration Challenge ~ Click the link below to learn more and join others🙂

Created from

Earth’s new dust pure

First man, Adam

God’s heart, love sure

Breathed Spirit true

To life imbue

This soul…drum roll!

©Zelda Rene, 2021 ~ All rights reserved.

https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2021/03/04/reenas-xploration-challenge-175/

This is the Ha’sonnet poetry form ~ Click the link to meet Stephen and learn more: https://muttado.com/

“And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.”  Genesis 2:7, King James Bible