Evening rolls in, softly, gently, a soothing reprieve.
And as the leaves turn and drop with graceful harmony so does my need to please.
-Mandy Ricks
Graceful harmony
Tag: Creative Writing
Horses and Sunshine
I began to write poems when I was a child. Late at night, in bed, alone with my pen.
My mother and her partner would drunkenly fight and I would write about horses and sunshine.
-Mandy Ricks
Sun and Rain
Is it the rain that makes me sad or is it the ache of emptiness that once was you?
Perhaps I just need to wait for the sun to return and warm my thoughts.
-Mandy Ricks
A Mere Reflection
Listen to me or not, it matters little. I’m not trying to be wise. I’m a mere reflection of your dreams. -Mandy Ricks
Fall
Fall: Where summer’s promises start to break as fast as they were made.
Regrets cling like early evenings watching the sun say goodbyes.
The heat of day starts turning to a dark coolness promising more.
Have we really aged as much as our hearts feel worn or is it just another summer gone in a pile of selfies and beach days?
See you again next year.
People pleasing
I have spent too many years with my heart and legs open, hoping to find love, and to please, but only finding hypocrisy. -Mandy Ricks
Hold on
So, here we are, dare I say again, holding each other tight, perhaps in an effort to stop from falling apart.
But things do change, and maybe they will for us too. And then we can hold each other close out of love instead of desperation. -Mandy Ricks
Evening’s embrace
I can still feel your love like the glimmer of a firefly caught in the evening’s embrace. -Mandy Ricks
Mandy Ricks 