Writer. Educator. Artist.
Language © arlene s bice
Ahhh. the beauty of words
of many languages
spoken softly with sensitivity
can heal, comfort, inspire
even on a bistro menu
words sing like songs
to entice you, tease you
allow you to enjoy
beauty, taste, pleasure
let the words, descriptions
roll over your tongue
prior to the food
even arriving.
Photo thanks to Linda Tate Wolfbard=unsplash
Loss (c) arlene s bice
My loss has been too many
each one still silently mourned
each one a different sorrow
each one fills their own place
in my heart, my only one heart.
photo Simone Dalmeri
Memory ©arlene s bice
A particular memory may
cut deep into our psyche
create a day of sadness
loss of love so desired
or bring happiness
just remembering
your choice.
Lizzie with my notebooks. Reading?
Ahhh Cinderella! ©arlene s bice
As a teen, I longed for my prince to come
haul me up onto his great white horse
ride into the sunset, travel, dance, sing
no one told me he was really a toad
no way would we ride onto the road
troubles and sorrows on me did he load
till I finally grew up and wised up, too
bought my own horse-power, that was
first a 2-wheeled Honda, then a Harley
candy-apple red, shiny and took myself
over mountains, down into valleys low
vroom, vroom, wherever I wanted to go.
Photo by Fran Now Time-unsplash
Stranger than . . . ©arlene s bice
I looked up to see him
across the crowded room
his eyes were set, baiting me
my aunt’s favorite tune
Some Enchanted Evening slid
into my mind, ran round and round
I slowly shook my head
to clear it, no help there at all
how could it be, I wondered aloud
as he crossed the room abuzz
low murmurs floating in the air
coming closer, eyes never leaving
mine until he was inches from me
glistening, burning into mine, all afire
What are you doing here, I whispered.
You are supposed to be 3,000 miles
away, I said. Not so, he huskily replied.
You are supposed to be 3,000 miles away.
And the years fell away. We were back at the beginning.
Photo by Samantha Gades on Unsplash
Photo by Vanessa Serpas on Unsplash
It’s been a Long Time Since © arlene s bice
The lightness of walking, feet above the ground
as musical notes flitter around in your head
like butterflies
oh, yes I remember
impossible to keep a stoid, straight expression
smiles bubble over, announcing love to the universe
without saying a word
oh, yes, I remember
like a brush to an artist creating at a blank canvas
colors, movement, joy will burst off the surface
no effort at all
oh, yes, I remember
when that ethereal feeling of being in love is new
before tarnish, before tragedies, before the world
or the families try to tear you apart
is a time to build a steadiness, a fortress that lasts
a time to bond and let no one else enter your world
oh, yes, I remember.