morning – Hazel Ward

Fading Star

“Do you remember that blue silk dress, pale blue, like a summer sky? Your movie star dress we called it.” “I went dancing in it.” “You looked like Grace Kelly in that dress.” Your lips form a small pink bow. I catch a glimpse of Grace.

Sleepless

NaPoWriMo Day 19 and today’s poem is called Sleepless, actually written at roughly three-thirty this morning. Is the NaPoWriMo thing beginning to get to me I wonder? Sleepless It’s one-thirty in the morning and I’m lying here eyes open trying not to think about things I shouldn’t think about two-thirty in the morning and theContinue reading “Sleepless”