Star Chased Memories Guest Post by Steve Thompson #oneshotwednesday @dreamersteve_99

It is a privilege to have my friend Steve Thompson aka @dreamersteve_99 ( Twitter) on my blog for One Shot Wednesday. “Life is my inspiration.I am a newbie in poetland.Lover of my fellow poets on a journey with dreamers of like ambition humbled by others.”

Hopefully Steve will have a blog where you can read his wonderful poetry soon.

 

Enjoy!

Star chased Memories

by Steve Thompson

Her heart was shaped in a mysterious way,

Every inch a woman,

Yet with a strength uncommon,

Tears were her weapons

She knew time as though it was her brother,

And she spent it on life sparingly,

A little here a little there,

Until men fell at her feet

Every step she took was clothed in fashion,

From head to toe,

Immersed in wonder,

A sacred woman of the night!

She could get inside your skin,

And stretch your insides out,

Sending you home on your knees,

Crying for more

Indeed a memory I will chase forever

For her scent remains,

And my heart and body,

Still left in chains.

Photo credit to Creative Commons and Sudhamshuhttp://www.flickr.com/photos/sudhamshu/3240899911

Christmas Eve with Mom (guest post by Sean Vessey for OSW)

THEN:
Mom’s chair is traffic control with cheerful directions

Happy kids help Mom decorate the Gingerbread house

The smells of Mom cooking oyster stew drives us mad

Mom saves special ornaments for every child to put on

Mom gets a fresh tree that we, three brothers, up Christmas Eve

PATH ONE:

Forlorn empty chair

Gingerbread house for kids unmade

Oyster stew uncooked

Special ornaments boxed up tight

Real tree unbrought

PATH TWO:

Mom, Grandma, is dead,

She is not in the ashes left,

She is in our hearts,

Happy, we live, caring for each other.

Cyrilla Vessey 4/3/1935 to 4/3/2010