yellow tulips

there's an app for that

Here are some photos from my archives, toyed with using a new photo editing app.

 

first flowers

dusty jars

the past
is still there
somewhere,
inside a dusty
jar on a dark
shelf.
it sits, in line
with all
the others,
each a moment,
a day,
a laugh,
a tear.
all those bits
there for you
to pull down
and open,
take a whiff,
a little taste,
and live again
in that unreal
space
that is memory.
all of those dusty jars,
that when put
together,
are your
life.

blanket of stars

i want to be
somewhere
that lays out
the night sky
in a carpet
of stars before
my eyes
and fall asleep
with the milky way
as my blanket

recently all of my poems have been pictures

© 2012 Dawn M. Shepherd

where

you wonder where

the poems have gone

and what you need to do

to being them back

you thought, a new lover

would fire up the spirit

and make the words flow

but the right one failed to appear

and apparently buying shoes

was not what was needed to

tempt the poetry muse

to return from her

extended vacation

so you think

just maybe

in Paris...