25 Poems through April

notions, preconceived are what I based my

ill thought after assumptions on, placed excessive surety and estimated:

its dept, how easy it will be to displace

its feel and what it must contain

and importantly noting how it looks

well within a second reflexively pushing a door

opening slightly the doorway of like or dislike

But proven awfully wrong as I neared the golden chest

And found it to be lighter, shallower, less than valuable on the inside

The bright container might just contain an ironic shape.

-NB Cheryl

the purest form

is a smile             subtle and silent

and a feeling that lasts

just a few seconds

like fuzzy dandelions

weighted in my head

                              blowing away slowly

clouding my ears

Every sound d i  s   t    a     n      t

The feeling that is shared

but never understood

and thus remains 

                                     forever private.

-NB Cheryl

nudged by the 

first ray of sunlight

her eyes opened

golden speck

glint in the dark iris

stationary--- her and all

except the rising sun

-NB Cheryl